Man in perpetual search for a pal-ship,
Loves courtship of crowd, nor yet living ‘lone—
That a tailwind, no whirlwind powers his whip,
And a good friend from not is seldom known—
A pal whose lap a good pillow can make,
Upon whose shoulders a few tears be shed,
To sail a ship as if in tranquil lake
To goals in sun a friend that renders shade.
Yet, amidst friends flooding one's life today,
Good weather chums, buddies of weather vile,
And those that hide-and-seek in friendship play—
Of type dime a dross daily that we pile;
If fragrance whatso WHATSUP buds can't reap,
How'd they ever blossom any friendship?
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Sonnets | 7.10.2017 |
yeah everyone of this world is friend each other for a while just till - Hi, hallo, how are you...... just a outlook on surface but true friendship is lives where there is depth knowledge of each other; and that is stay longer === a friend in need is a friend indeed===
You're right, Mahtab Bangalee, WHATSUP buds flower not, or if do, give little fragrance.
" Loves courtship" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Yes, friendship gets to be a poor little ship! ! Thank you Edward Louis.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A man may be surrounded by friends..... but many of them are likely to be fair weather friends! A man may be having thousands of friends in facebook or whatsapp. They desert us in times of adversity! So their number shouldn't be the criterion, but their quality! Great thoughts!
And that is why these flowers do not give much fragrance. Thank you Valsa George.