Sometime ago, I made a new friend.
But as the time passed it felt near to an end.
Then I realized it wasn't in the replies,
But in the so-called "companionship" that never dies.
I wrote a poem for this friend which is something not new to me.
I know it's really not as much as a beautiful soliloquy.
But I was truly surprised when he said he was sorry.
I really didn't mind and there was no need for an apology.
In him I saw true patience's meaning,
And that a friend must wait without complaining.
I've been given a chance to thank him for that.
With this poem, of course, which is for his eyes to look at.
I guess now you're wondering who this is for and why.
Well, let's just say he's my friend named John Patrick Bagalay.
Thanks, Kuya Pat! ^_^
But as the time passed it felt near to an end.
Then I realized it wasn't in the replies,
But in the so-called "companionship" that never dies.
I wrote a poem for this friend which is something not new to me.
I know it's really not as much as a beautiful soliloquy.
But I was truly surprised when he said he was sorry.
I really didn't mind and there was no need for an apology.
In him I saw true patience's meaning,
And that a friend must wait without complaining.
I've been given a chance to thank him for that.
With this poem, of course, which is for his eyes to look at.
I guess now you're wondering who this is for and why.
Well, let's just say he's my friend named John Patrick Bagalay.
Thanks, Kuya Pat! ^_^


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