My Friends

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I have written this poem based on my personal experience. This poem reflects how I felt when I lost the dearest thing to me, my friends. I would like to dedicate this poem to everyone who consider me as a friend.

I feel so hollow

and my sight is narrow.

I feel so shallow

and no dreams to follow.

I cant stand tomorrow

coz my life has gone sorrow.

Whoever said that life is good must be insane

or has already lost his brain.

Life without friends is so vain

just like a passenger less train.

Life without friends is so lame

just like driving on single lane.

Friends make life so good

even if you live in a poor neighborhood

I cant stand tomorrow

coz my life has gone sorrow.

Memories make me cry

coz losing my friends made me wanna die.

They are always in my mind

coz good friends are hard to find.

Losing friends is like losing an eye

or even worse like spending your lifetime as a fly.

You think you can live without friends

it is just like living a story that starts and never ends.

Mohamed Elkanzi

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