How Lovely The Friendship Poem by William Mahlangu

The gift to be kept and treasured,
quite previous and by money it won't be measured,
others won't see how deep,
when gone we'll weep.

Walking altogether like a flock,
even the biggest lock the love it won't block,
the love uncounted like a farmer's corn,
formed when we were all not born,

oh we'll sit down and stare the skies,
like a rope with tight ties,
we'll definetely smile for ages,
storing the memories in pages,

we'll abandone the hurtful past,
and run to the joyfuful future fast,
remember how we journied amomg the hills,
we did a lot with a free and pure will.

The love we had was cozy,
the moments we had so rosy,
as a crowd we walked all those moment so dread,
but our friendship was incredibly great.