Who Is A Friend Worth One Poem by Buyi Newton Philip

Who Is A Friend Worth One



A friend is not any one
For friendship
May seem simple
Though complex.

If you are to get
A good trusted and
Worth friend
Then do give it enough
Time and ample space
Or room for courtship.

So that soon or later
You do not get to be
Disappointed in life.

Many pretend at first
Sight so be warned as
You may give it your
All
Only to end up being
Hurt.

For many at large are
Target or objective
Friends who come into
Our lives only to
Satisfy their needs.

And once their mission is
Accomplished like wind
Off they are withered
A way.

They are always accustomed
To keeping in the know
About the affairs of other
People and can hardly afford
To keep their mouth shut
As they have one thing in
Common which is
Talk and talk and talk.

Their subject being what
They have seen and that they
Have not.

In their conquest to live
Arrive and thrive through
Propaganda.

In as much as you may
Enjoy the stories they
Do share with you about
Other people for once
Take the trouble to know
What he or she has got
To say behind your
Back.

And be able to judge
The level of your
Friendship with
Person you confine in
In both good and bad
Times.

A friend is a trusted
Person you keep
Closer to you
With whom you
Share with your daily
Encounters you do
Experience here and
There.

This ranges from things
That trouble you
Make you sad or even
Not forgetting your good
Moments of joy and
Happiness.

He or she is always there
To stand in for you
Regardless of which time
Of the day it is day and
Night.

All times willing to comfort
And build hope in you
In times of difficult
Keeping your personalities
As confidential and private.

Therefore keep an eye
For such people are
Rare for even the walls
Have learned to speak
The language we hear
And understand very
Well.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
it hearts to put all your trust and invest all your emotions and passion in someone yet at the end of the day you curse the whole situation altogether as the other party makes it clear to you that all this was only a mockery of your self. i remain your truly, the Break Out King of street Hustle.a.K.a B.N.P.
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