Best Friends Poem by annabell callest

Your my best friend,
through thick and thin,
we'll be together in the end,
old and frail and weak and pale,
doesn't matter,
cause we're both blind,
don't worry we got plenty of time,
and when we're too old to drive,
we'll sit on the porch enjoy the time we got to be alive,
I got sick and you caught my disease,
and soon we can't walk,
and breathing ain't easy,
but we remember we're friends,
and we die holding hands.