Poem Hunter
(June 24,1961 / Naga City)


A friend's eyes
is clouded with the wits
of his own thoughts.

A friend's wish
is willed by the efforts
of his own labor.

A friend's action
is benighted by the slam
of his own door.

Only one remains...

His dream and afflictions.
Haggard as he may be
But, the work starts here!

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that was a very powerful poem, and caused me to think a great deal abou the way in which friendships form and grow. thankyou for sharing it with me xx