Withering Bond
By Clement Odia
AS the final ember fades,
Like the setting sun,
Petals of trust drop,
Once-fragrant now wilted.
Fraternity’s sweet scent rots
To putrid decay.
As life dissolves,
Slowly,
Like sand between fingers,
Only true friends remain.
Friends who stand
As boulders in the sea,
Weather every wave’s retreat.
Friends who calm life’s raging storm,
Ride out the turbulence
To comfort you,
And shelter you from harm.
These are our truest friends.
