My first friend
At a new school,
I didn’t know the rule,
But I was willing to bend.
He was crippled from birth;
Polio was rife.
He was the only kid
Who would give me no grief.
Did I fall in love?
He had a handsome face,
His shoulders broad and muscular.
One day I saw him caught
By Elliot,
A cheeky little prick,
But he ought to know
The strength of the lad.
I felt quite sick.
“Don’t do it Dave!”
As he grabbed him by the throat.
He looked at me and winked;
Let him fall
Against the wall.
Dave walked by,
His calliper squeaked
Then turned to me and said:
“Will you always back me up?”
“Sure, you are my friend” but my voice was weak,
I could not find the words to say
Friendship and love
Friendship and love
Thinner than a surgeon’s glove.
No one has explained to me this day.
But when the kissing starts
Friendship ends
And the dove
Flies far away.
