Rags and Clothes

Rags and Clothes (On Friendship) A man amidst two fools Is a fool, a big fool So it's for most of us Cos' we ditch our dreams To Paul pry with friends We forsake our missions For the flash of friction With cast of distraction Today might not really pays But it's the truest of days Dare not waste a bit of it Nor spend a morsel like a spendthrift Invest thy cowries of time In companies of focus men March beside valiant soldiers That thy victory may come with ease Friends are thy armoury Don't battle with the rust of them Thy friends are thy clothes Don't suit-up with the rags. © Olajide Timilehin Abiodun, http://giftedpens.com.
Rags and Clothes

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