REAL FRIEND

Friends like clothes,

what you wear in times of trouble;

Our cover against being broken

They keep us warm and looking good

We chose them according to colors and designs;

And sometimes when fashion leaves your shirt

You’ll just wear them until the door;

And just like clothes,

they fade away.

Colors of your clothes become blurred.

Its design becomes gross

Holes appear larger

Would you let that happen?

“God like the sky is your real friend

He would never leave you alone

And when no one believes in youHe’ll listen to you.”