His name is Fareed,
He is a friend indeed,
A friend in need,
One who is not shy to lead,
One not too proud to concede,
He’ll bring the
tourniquet/band aid when the heart does bleed,
One always ready to sow a hopeful seed,
He helped give our friendship a selfless creed,
One which allowed us to choke our instinctive greed,
When our friendship is as fragile as a feeble reed,
He’ll help probe the friendship area/aspect we need to feed,
And sometimes all it needs is an apparently trivial deed,
Like saying I’m sorry or going slower than the current
speed,
Many times from my folly I have been freed,
Because he did run to me to plead,
To be sure I swallowed my pride and heed,
The call to rid my life’s garden of a certain weed!
Brussels © September 2014 afesehngwaHilary
