What if that’s your best friend now?
How must I feel then, yes how?
Why cannot we taste the fruits?
The fruits of true friendship?
Why cannot we taste good results?
The good results of true companionship?
Why must it always have a shipwreck?
A shipwreck because of wrong navigation.
Why all of a sudden sailing to unknown destinations?
Is that because of your sudden sensations?
These are all my questions, dear.
These are all so very new for me,
as they suddenly appear
We know that honesty is the best policy.
We possess an inner wealth
and therein much prosperous health
God hath given us much talent,
our prophecy is prominent
So my dear, please never lie
This is the First Week of Advent
My dear, why must it happen
Someone unknown to you has let it un-wrappin’
Why so many lines were no trophy?
My dear, our brand new love
has turned now a jalopy!
©Sylvia Frances Chan
A.D. Sunday the First Advent Week
The 2nd of Dec 2018-
@ 11.35 hrs. A.M. West-European Time

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What if that’s your best friend now?
How must i feel then, yes! HOW?
Why cannot we taste the fruits of true friendship?
Why cannot we taste the good results of true companionship?
Why must it always have a shipwreck because of wrong navigation?
Why all of a sudden sailing to an unknown destination?
These are all my questions dear
These are all so very new to me, as they suddenly appear
We know that honesty is the best policy
we possess inner wealth and much legacy
and God gave us much talent, gift, and prophecy
so WHY my darling, now i almost cry i’m proxy….
My dear, WHY must it happen
someone unknown to you has let it unwrappin’
why so many lines were a copy
my love, our brandnew car now has turned a jalopy

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