Poem 1
Look over your shoulder
See how far you’ve come
Between here & there
See the spaces
That friendship fills
So when you look back at life
Don’t overlook
The negative spaces
No man is ‘self-made’
But is the fruit of their community
Be it friend or foe, family or stranger
A hand was always helping
Poem 2
Friendship is a revolving door.
Strangers come in while friends go out,
Spinning your heart round and round
In silk moth secrets,
Moments shared between
you and them, and then
Remembering becomes your pastime,
As you rewind the tape
Of the revolving door.
Samuel Rubadiri 