IN THE END, I MEND THE "FRIEND" WE TEND TO REND

by Rowland C. Amaefula
(Port Harcourt, Nigeria )

At the start in January,
We vowed in the sanctuary
To become anew and live aright
Alas! before dawn, we had a fight
But fights shouldn't last the night
Yet we reigned as foe and friend
Till we had no trust to lend


We tore our links using a knife
And held clashing views of life
Smiles we shared that drew the rain
Turned to shame, scorn and pain


As the year comes to an end
May we mend our bond again.

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