The love we bear as friends is deep-rooted;
The tussles we have had aren’t worth a pie;
Our altercations are but else-mooted;
Until the end, our friendship should not die.
Let not our foes plant ‘land-mines’ in our place;
Let not our enemies take advantage;
Let not the middlemen distract our gaze;
We have a common worthy heritage.
Our friendship’s old by quarter century!
Some wait to see it fall apart somehow;
Misunderstandings, better we bury;
Our unity is precious for us now.
The opportunists try to break our peace;
Our friendship’s strong and never will it cease.
Dr John Celes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-good-old-friendship/
