My Tea

by : Bacardi Gold
17/july/2021

Photo by Mareefe on Pexels.com

i took a cup
from a box i got a sachet of tea
an alternate for my coffee

i dropped it into the cup
filled it with water, hot
down i lifted and then up

the water got brown
but waited for some time
till it’s less hot but more than warm

sipped, sipped, sipped
sipped, sipped, sipped
’till there’s no more to sip
then, its gone…

FRIENDSHIP

by : Bacardi Gold
17/july/2021

I penned this poem years ago and, today, I feel that posting it here would disperse my own idea and description about what I have grasped and explored friendship through the years.

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com

FRIENDSHIP



i am not him and he’s not me
i have my own personal identity
to some issues we both don’t agree
sometimes we’re friends, sometimes enemies

on occasions he’s my buddy
he’s unique in his own distinct way
he’s trekking his unknown destiny
his sincerity i don’t have to weigh.

in size i maybe small
but i can offer a bigger heart
friendship, our rapport to call
needs the other when one of us fall.

in society we stand differently
rich or poor we can find harmony
where or when, solidarity can spring
this FRIENDSHIP be one that’s lasting…


—–by : bacardi gold/rhums/rams /


_________________________