Fallen Friend
Give me your hand,
I would place it at my bosom,
My bosom is warm,
and thudding with palpitation,
I am aghast and stunned,
breath coming short,
I am nervous,
with every moment getting more,
Can you now lend me your legs,
carry me to the doctor,
I am about to fall,
help me I cannot any longer hold it or stall,
hey !my friend,
can you lend,
and steeper a little bend,
I want to climb and lie down,
I think I am finished and mown,
Before I could do anything as a friend,
he had fallen,
as he could no longer stand.
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