There’s always a guy with a big, brave heart
He’ll be the first, whatever the task.
He’ll not initiate the daily chores
But when team it is, he’s the leader of crows.
This one friend is full of life
And maybe just against all tides
He has this queer sense of responsibility
And all treat his sense as an abnormality.
That one friend, who’ll post to all
And sing weird songs when the lights are off.
He is the fruit of a caged college life
Cuz shows no symptoms of being broken inside.
You shall sing of him till late dawn
And in a frenzy of sorts, shall love him in lots.
And under the shade of the memory tree
He is a sapling in a growing spree.
 |
| i don't know of this pic's owners. |
Comments
Post a Comment