Taste Of Friendship Poem by Frank Okoth
Taste Of Friendship
Friendship is seasonal, so true...
My heart tastes bitter, and my soul has gone sour...
The far this friendship has brought me, My face now resembles the skin of a Lemon, just as that of your old Man.
It is bitter a heart, sour a soul, lemon a face....
The far this friendship has brought me, My face now resembles the skin of a Lemon, just as that of your old Man.
Friendship is seasonal, so true...
My heart tastes bitter, and my soul has gone sour...
Bitter a heart, sour a soul, lemon a face....
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4/24/2024 7:17:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A friend in need is a friend indeed. A good friend is almost the equal of a good and happy family. We are all surrounded by so called friends most of which cannot stand the rain with us. A well articulated poem written with insight. A nice piece indeed.