I have a friend his name is Rich
But sadly enough he is not rich
The first day I met him
I was in Middle School.
I was such a fool.
Then one day I finally met Rich.
All I did was made faces at him
Then he finally was fed up so
He made faces back at me
And ever since that day when
I was in middle school to high school
I could never stop talking
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all meet in different ways, never knowing if it will turn out to be a friend. Thanks for sharing, Norman