I have two Freinds
Two young woman
One as terminal 
Adictan to alical
Her liver now has
A decese, that is
Killing her slowly
Nothing I can do
Care for her, from
Afar

Started with cheep
Cans of larger, cyder
Pound a can only a quid
A can!
Nowt I could do
I wornd her I did that!
Her drinking worsend!
Told she were an alcolik!
She laght said ' No, I am not! '
She laghft, pulld a ring, drank on!
Now she is dying, move away!
A long way a way

Second freind, I resently met
Had a carbourd box with cans
Beers, she offde me a can
I instant declind her offer
I was realing my first freind
I recild, in horror for her
She to has movde away
I will nevor know her fate

I am so sadend for them both
Nothing I can do for them

Kenny D. Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith Ov Thanet