To Osama Mustapha Al Khawaldeh - my mentor, my brother, a friend
Sometime ago when my sky were grey
and the smile of the sun seem far away
I knocked at your very door
and left me much to be thankful for.
Everyday I met much anxiety
and dreamed I heard a songbird's symphony
You helped me as you often did before
That was a lot to be thankful for.
I have now a fairer sky
And when I see you passing by
I remember your helping hand before
It was something else to be thankful for.
I promised you dedication and sincerity
In everything I do day by day
I have blessings and a great deal more
All these, from you
I am thankful for.
No comments:
Post a Comment