A very rich man
surrounded by many friends,
womanizing, playing poker,
wining and dining together.
Every time at his own will
he paid all the bills.
One day he went broke.
At his friends he then looked.
He found them nowhere
All disappeared like vapour.
They are now with a new rich guy.
Away from poor friend, they rapidly shy.
They have an eye for their own profit.
They are friendshift.
A group of people
mingling together.
It looked nothing different
by outside appearance.
They seemed friends of the best.
But they stabbed at the back.
A fake friend with good manner
is more dangerous than an enemy with dagger.
They are bitch
of friendshit.
A group of people
no matter race, color or age of year,
dealing with another very honest,
giving advice for the best,
feeling no jealous
no pulling of leg,
calling a spade a spade
for a truthful sake,
no telling of well-dressed lies,
praising in a real joy,
encouraging when feeling sadness,
sharing happiness for one's success,
One's wrong is forgiven
but one is never forsaken,
When one is in need
the other help indeed,
They are birds of the same feather
flocking, flying and chirping together.
For some matters they agree.
For some matters they disagree.
For some matters they agree to disagree.
They never go into bickering spree.
They are better than close-relatives.
They are travellers of same ship.
This is the true friendship as promised.
U Win Kyi
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