(written but never given to brother's best friend)
The Disease (Huntington's disease)

he's a boy, my little man,
with his toys, makes a stand
to the sky he commands
with his tiny little hand....

Then a man, his own built land,
winnin' what no othr can
takes it all , but he shall fall,
and you don't call...

you grew together, you shared it all
you traded hearts and grew so tall
now count your blessings and your wealth
you've got it all, plus your health...

The disease grew too
only I seemed to know
when his body shook
that you'd never show...

Well glance around - I have to stay
walk opposite- just walk away
he breaks my heart - everyday
that he doesn't die, I just cry...

He'll die soon - atop his bed,
tears I've cried, blood I've shed
bu he knows it's me that kept him free
that's just how it had to be...

So I love him and he knows it well,
and he loves me, in my private hell
but we both just smile and say a prayer
then he looks far off, in a silent stare....

I see your face in eyes of blue
He and I, best friends in the end,
No thanks to you!!!
dlj