Friend
An old friend is like a golden trove
Melt him, whenever thou felt so
Wear him; or even tear him! I vow
Never does he lose his glow
Ever near to thou to distance every woe!
Call him a pal and clasp him in love
Or cast him off in unmindful shove
He stays within thou as another soul
Cloning bodies is a new found go
Cloning minds! Friends knew long long ago! !
poem by Sathya Narayana
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