A tribute to a friend, who is down with the syndrome.

One mile after another, I gallop down the lane of fate
One is struggling for a steady throttle
Another is struggling to afford a stagger
One gulps a special down while other counts pangs.


Look at the sweet handsome teenager
So young and innocent in living
But frying in the burning bowl
For the father made the little mistake.

Who will cry for this poor orphan?
The widow followed the spouse without shame
Like a condemned sheep he waits
Hoping there will someone for the ceremony.

The body is all covered in skin cancer
The headaches and malarias
No disease gives up in the competition
The end is … close… I suppose.

I write about foolish living
One is struggling just to see another day
Another is in the bleus on the beach
This is mankind’s story.