For My Friend Alone. Poem by Elorm Dogbo

In you as a friend
I will confide
And in your head
My secrets will reside
When I play my flute
So calm and right
It is for the fruit
Of friendship day and night.

You see the dewy grass
Everyday grow
Or that golden glass
Expensive in its glow
I will cherish you so
Today and tomorrow
Never will I hurt you
And when wounded by you
You would be glad
To hear that I am not mad
When I sometimes get you bored
Forgive me, that’s what friends are for.