We'Re Friends, Old And Good Poem by Raymond Anyanwu

We’re friends
old and good
We share a portion
of passion, pleasure and pain
What we have
no one else can
We shall allow no family or clan
discern or value our plan

We’re friends
Old and good
What we’ve kept
In the covert chambers
Must be held still in the concealed stores
Whenever we meet
We’d go through a little unusual door.
A traitor separated from the trusty floor
We’re friends
Good and old
It doesn't matter if we see
each other every day, or years
And years go by before
we come and go away
Are there moments we meet at all?
There are then;
The memories of ferocious loyalty
And times of necessity
And appreciation, and affection.
And of our friendship; good and old