You are a doctor now - I've heard
A colourful glass jar
Your figure
With a dedicative label
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that is a poem of a friend...never it change for friendship always there... what ever...when ever...it comes you are always my friend....and the poet of this poem is really my friend..thank you my friend and God speed
interesting, i felt the sting of one who follows their own path and neglets to look back to those who are following or helped them in so many ways to get where they are. thanks for reminding me. nicely done.
beautiful, and amusing epistle for a friend...writing it into poetry makes it more touching.. inspiring piece.....to be our best in the future too... old friends makes us remember our past and face today with a smile and continue to cherish the memories...10
Old friends are gold without a doubt. Even when our memories of them hurt us into poetry. Very touching. Warm regards, Sandra
What a metaphor in the first stanza! Really superb; you sum up the frailty of friendship very well.