by Robiel Menghisteab
(Khartoum, Sudan.)

Of time, there is one thing of sure,
The fact that it will never wait for you,
Doesn't matter how long you know him,
He is a stranger, a strider in hood

A grave friend, a respected foe,
He will lift his scale,
And judge you in accord,
If you were diligent, a hardworking

A man to a heart, a life in truth,
You need not to count his measures,
Need not to worry about his dues.

By Robiel Menghisteab.

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May 03, 2013
heartfelt NEW
by: Anonymous

very heartfelt

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