by JOEL OGAR
Published on: Mar 1, 2007
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Type: Poetry

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.

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