Friendship

A West Indian friend of mine told me a story and said "there girl, ya make a poem o' dat".  I did -

My God! She ill. Dat bad.

She me bes' friend ya know

If I don't see her I mad

But jus' now I can't go.

She still not well? Oh! dear!

Me she bes' friend ya know

I come soon but I fear

I too busy to go.

She in hospital now!

Me she bes' friend ya know.

How dat happen? How? How?

How I find time to go?

Ya say she gettin' worse.

She me bes' friend ya know.

I'd love to be her nurse

Though it would grieve me so.

She dyin' now. Dat sad.

Me she bes' friend ya know.

I wan' to get there bad,

Hard to go to and fro.

Now she sinkin' fast.

She me bes' friend ya know.

I know that she will last

Till I have time to go.

She dead! It can' be true.

Me she bes' friend ya know

Real friends are very few,

To the wake I will go.

Me she friend from young.

From young we never part

To friendship left unsung

Say "farewell" in my heart.

What ya mean "go away"

She me bes' friend ya know.

I bin travellin' all day

Now ya wan' me to go.

She friends only ya say

An' ya wan' me to go.

Me she bes' friend ya know

An' ya wan' ME to go.