i am not him and he’s not me

i have my own personal identity

to some issues  we both don’t agree

sometimes we’re friends, sometimes enemies


on occasions he’s my buddy

he’s unique in his own distinct way

he’s trekking his unknown destiny

his sincerity i don’t have to weigh


in size i maybe small

but i can offer a bigger heart

friendship, our rapport to call

needs the other when one of us fall


 in society we stand differently

rich or poor we can find harmony

where or when, friendship can spring 

 who knows, can summer be the ending?


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