When I was at nursery,
a girl cried when I was punished,
even though when it wasn’t necessary.
I asked my mom ‘why did she cry?’
My mom smiled and said
‘She is your friend.’
This was at junior,
when shared candies were tastier.
A boy next-door left the town,
and my face was in tears and frown.
My dad asked why I’m sad,
I said, ‘he is my friend’.
It was at high school,
When we all were playing by the pool.
I pushed a fatso and there was a splash,
I was dragged to the principal’s room in a flash.
The principal flogged me and asked ‘Why?’
I said ‘he hit my friend’.
And came the college with girls looking pretty,
And faculty a bit nutty.
We punctured a professor’s bike tyre,
And didn’t spare the break wire.
When questioned,
We said ‘he failed our friend’.
Now sometimes I relax after work,
Glancing at the pictures in the album,
And at those moments I become mum.
My daughter asks me ‘Who are they daddy?’
I say with a tear and a smile,
‘They are my friends’.
