My dear colleague, I stretch to you my hand
With love, respect and purity of heart
By contesting with you I hoped to hear
Your dearest feelings and your best of art
My poems are reflections of your verse
An image of your wit, so cute and smart
No matter what you say or what you think
Your dearness from my heart will never part
Don’t get your guns, or ships, or your fast boats
To me, you are a dear nice friend to keep
I always thought of you so well informed
In every field of verse, shallow or deep
Your family should be so proud of you
As I, so have no bad dreams in your sleep
I hold you high in arts, in prose and verse
Without your talents they look poor and cheap
Fathi A. Abdallah, MD
Nov.22, 1980