Colin F. Jones

MY FRIEND

I didn’t tell him; no not one word I said,
even then when his shirt turned red.
I don’t know why, ‘cause he was my best friend,
on whom I always could depend…
But I didn’t tell him… seemed a silly thing to say,
Hell, we were soldiers, in this war thing, Hey!
You know we made it to the wire, safe and sound;
we both lay flat there on the muddy ground…
We were laughing in a kinda nervous way,
it must have been a bullet gone astray,
as we stood up , he copped it through the heart…
blew his fine young chest apart…
I cried you know… but I didn’t tell him. No!
How much I loved him. My friend I loved you so!