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My Friend Wil
by
Celista Tremblay
He did not
ask for very much
Just a loving, gentle touch
He had no children or a wife
He seemed to lead a simple life
But when he was only twelve
the doctor said he was not well
Then he said to let them take him
His mother said she would not forsake him
For this was her baby boy
Not a broken no good toy
Then his mother got so sick
His father pulled a nasty trick
It was then that Wil was sent away
He was told he had to stay
And then on the 4th of July
His dear mother said good bye
And when they laid her in the ground
He could not make a single sound
So he sat beside her grave
With the picture he had made
His former life had passed away
And he was left alone and stray
For now he had no life aside
Now that his dear mother died
Back to the institution they brought him
There was no use he could not have fought them
He struggled on for thirty-three years
Through the loneliness and tears
Then one day they set him free
So he traveled on in glee
He came upon a small sweet town
They welcomed him without a frown
And through this town he made his way
Making friends every day
And when he went to rest his head
His cat lay with him in his bed
But when he left this world that morning
He left behind a world in mourning
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