I have a Friend who is down on his luck,
But he plods on accepting life can suck,
He is strong willed and still gets duly by
Without shedding a tear in either eye.
He is the master of his own destiny,
Having attributes of being trustworthy,
A noble character indeed to duly behold,
A friendship worth more than any gold.
We hug each other with manly embraces,
And greet each other with friendly faces,
And we exchange pleasant pleasantries
Without negative patronizing negativities.
He's very kind, giving and generous
A prominent member of our populace;
He’s creative with how he’s productive,
Making him considerably constructive.
© Andrew Stevenson 09/08/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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