It Is My Privilege

It is my privilege
To be a friend
Of such privileged folks like you,
Well wishers of the kind I have
Are so minuscule few.
The world would have been
A far better place
Hope all this knew
When we have
Lovely poets like you.
The world however remains
In the forests of madness
Where can we find
Even such acquaintances
Such who can love
Till eternity’s far end,
If eternity does ever
Anywhere really has an end.