So you've been here ridden on your bed
So alive and in pain just feeling dead
With thoughts crawling in your head
Wondering why It's you that's bled
So much in this God forsaken earth
Questioning every bit of your worth
So you've been lying here 'cause your leg
Present in its numbness is a mere peg
You're probably pondering the feeling
I have, wondering if It's as chilling
If seeing a friend like you lay helpless
Is touching as much or aches less
Well, I cannot begin to know your pain
But as a longtime friend and brother
It hurts watching you lie here rather
Than being with us out there roaming
The streets,I pray you get better so that once again
We can sweep the town in pride & go storming
Our usual pubs as we always did at dusk
I hope it really isn't too much to ask.
I've written this for James Eric, a friend whose leg as I have just discovered was operated but It's seemingly not getting any better .
I hope all of you join me in praying for him for he and his Mama have had lots of challenges, can't imagine adding on this too to the plate.