They say friendship can teach you valuable lessons
True, I guess the treasure is filled with seasoning
Winning in life means winning at some play
Where characters shine as gay
I call such characters my friends
Some left scars after the first stage of life
Still letting the memories rhyme
Never met them as the same
New ones were called professionals
Just worried about the game
Some bamboozeld, taught me to choose
Some remained silent to fade away
But the true ones never left
Never let the circle of happiness end
From scars on my knees to
Crutches in my hands I promised to walk with them
But what was the hardest learnt lesson
Maybe losing one such friend for a silly reason
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