My six rings

I've got six rings on my left fingers
Give them to friends who meant it all
in a season so hazy, am lucky to now write

The first is to Michael, 
my younger brother
dancing his way, inseparable from his cause

The second is to Mose
my campus buddy
Conquering foreign exchanges, to bring home the bread

The thirds is to Edgar,
my basketball team-mate
Now a behemoth, graceful and conscious

The fourth is to Vincent,
that soft-spoken ninja
A friend in need, born for this time

The fifth is to Edwin,
that overweight apostle
A child of circumstances, now dining with Kings

Last but not least
that wonder-boy James,
A man of many skills, contradicting but timely

I wish I had more
but rings are expensive
they cost both time and heat to test

With the six am free from the shackles of need
Accept me as I am
Coz I've now come of age

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Club 227 
9/12/2015