One Special Friend

Enter high school, he becomes my comrade,

Offers me happiness and shares my sad.

Smiles every day, he’s always optimistic,

Where can you find this characteristic?

He’s poorly dressed because he does not care,

“I am not famous, nobody would stare.”

Concentrating, he reads the Art of War,

Says knowledge is the sole thing he cares for.

Besides reading, he loves exercising,

He says running daily is a good thing.

Coming from the mysterious east globe,

He was scared of men being xenophobe.

Blend in the campus, he gives a challenge,

To study English and Western knowledge.

Becoming programmers are our big plan,

Work as a team, I will be the wingman.