FREINDS

We hurl ourselves around like furs stucked to the body
Yet we flee at needed hour like a disguising fiend
I asked how it went
Sure good was what he said
But how he came about the good
Ask the seeker if he was part of the hood.



NOTE

"Many are friends to a great man but a great man has few friends". Who
are these few friends who he acknowledge? Look not far for these are
those who held his arm(s) as he climbed the ladder of greatness...

CHARGE
What kind of friend are you?
One of the many?
Or amongst the acknowledged few...