They waited for me when I ran late,
The laughs and giggles near the school gate.
I'll be lying if the bond wasn't great,
Pure friendship, nothing to debate.
Yet felt left out, they had their best mates;
Always a solo never a duet.
The best you get, the longer you wait;
I got mine, it wasn't too late.
Like a beautiful painting, on a clean slate;
Something I could watch to my heart's content.
My mere presence a delight for him, he said;
Was broken into pieces, with love he repaired.
Held me close in my worst state,
I'll be damned if he isn't my best mate!
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Author:
novaa (
Offline) - Published: October 11th, 2023 06:02
- Comment from author about the poem: I am very grateful to have a caring and supportive bestfriend. Today is his birthday and I'm dedicating this poem to him.
- Category: Friendship
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Happy birthday to him! I loved this ode, and I enjoyed the rhyming. Thanks for this post!
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Nice poem, novaa.
Thank you!!
Anything less would be worthless. ❤️
Indeed... Appreciate your comment. Thank you!!
What a touching kinship. That human sense of belonging really should be the sixth sense. Nothing quite it! - Well penned, dear poet
Thank you very much for your kind words and valuable time!
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