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by JOEL OGAR | |
Published on: Mar 1, 2007 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=11407 | |
Knock! knock! door who do you homed? Ah, I hear him asked, ' who could that be?' Come out friend, it's no stranger but me Back from that dreamless sleep - I'd roamed- And found you snoring heavily by my side; Drunk by the wicked spirit of sleep, you Had dropped the love shared by we two And pushed our mutual agreement aside Instead of watching my back or calling Me up when passed your time of testing, Due to that tiff we had, I went resting. Here I am, to stop you early from falling, By saying: 'Hey! wake up, wake up! Though you allowed me to slid down But I had woken up with a frown, Found you slipping to break our cup. I've come to say, 'Wake up, wake up! It"s a new day, a new Morning in March Our love shall no mood again starch But from one small plate we shall sup Smiling, and saying aloud our pun: 'Wake up, wake up, slipped not to dead'. The thing in sleep that makes eyes red Can't stand, "I forgive you, lets have fun." Am saying:'Wake up! open the door! I know you're in, hearing me, with a smile Rising from heart, erasing spite awhile. Indeed, you haven't forgotten too, the floor Of Friendship has no boundary; it has no theft. It's eternal and surpasses death like the sun And moon, playing hide and seek or romantic fun. So our memory shall tell, when we have left. What a joy when you embraced your friend! Old friends, as the best friends, built our destiny; New friends, new Wisdom, lift our Maturity And polish our destiny. Friendships never end. « return. |