My Friend With No End Poem by habib akewusola

Good news that last forever.
Pronounce friend, End becomes the
Last tens.
This the mystery behind every friend.
The back view serves the opposite
Agent, there comments can
Never be predicted.
My best of friend, there's only a
Tin tread in all we trend,
You lend me cheers at specific
Depressed events.
I call you my friend with no end
You blend with all have learned,
Simultaneous dividend has been
On my door step since I knew
Your name friend.
I translate my friend to lend,
Your conscience I will forever
Comprehend.
My trust for you sleeps in
Deep respect.
Lets wear helmet of thanks,
And carry smiles of fulfillment.