Friends, who call in time of trouble, are real
But those who don't call are not a big deal
Because they are hollow, fake and opportunist
Good or best friends provide helping hands
As needed. They're there in times of peace
And at wartime like perennially dedicated fans.
Friends, who call, are outstanding supporters
Those who do not call, obviously do not care
They are like hyenas, the worst formidable predators
And freeloaders living, breathing, and stealing out there
I am fortunate to have friends who are as good as siblings
And God, my best friend who provides me divine blessings.
Copyright © November 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
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