Philip Abayomi Olorunfemi Poet Rhyme

The Circle of Friends

A mother stood in her fragile home,
her children laughing in the quiet room.
But a serpent of trouble, silent and sly,
slithered near with a hungry eye.

She fought with courage, heart aflame,
but alone, her strength could not tame
the coils of fear, the tightening breath
she stood at the doorway of certain death.

Then, footsteps thundered, voices rang,
her friends appeared, a faithful band.
They struck the serpent, tore its pride,
lifted her burden and turned the tide.

Together they cast the darkness away,
together they saved the light of her day.
A truth was spoken in that fierce hour:
no soul survives on strength alone,
we live because of a greater power
the hands that hold when hope has flown.

So cherish your circle, keep it warm,
a bond of shelter through every storm.
Be the one who answers the call,
who lifts a friend when shadows fall.

For life is woven, thread by thread,
by those who walk with us, not ahead.
And when the serpent of sorrow appears,
it is friendship’s wings that calm our fears.

Be true, be near, be kind, be known
no heart should ever stand alone

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