Sometimes…

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 

 and blossom to a happy friendly ending?

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