Not your friend. (More like exercise). (Rhymes)

The man who does not wish to meet
Is not your friend, I'm not a stupid one.
We've never crossed paths in the streets
In the evenings to chat or in the sun.
However, in the times of our studies,
We used to lend a hand and be good buddies.
Good memory today and nowadays,
Experience and everything I will remember always.


And as I write I just feel
This man is not worth this poem.
That truth comes to reveal:
Here's the end of the story.
Though "over" is never definitive.
Let's make it more infinitive.

Rhymes: one sun none, us, alas

memory salary gallery

young among (wrung stung hung, overhung) -- He had the time when he was young

And now he isn't old

He had his friends among

The men, the friends so manifold gold told

pass, grass.