sorry it's in Scots. Willie Beaton died on 7th January, and I wrote it on that day. Thanks to Omar Ali sabar, who told me of this site. <br /> <br />Sharp’s a tack an’ fu’ o’ stories <br />Always up for onything <br />Quick tae sing an’ play his fiddle <br />This wis Willie in his Spring <br /> <br />In his Summer Willie flourished <br />Growin’ aye frae strength tae strength <br />Charm an’ talent he had plenty <br />And he stretched them tae their length <br /> <br />Willie never had an Autumn <br />Harin’ a’ the place aroon’ <br />Drinkin’, dancin’, playin’, singin’ <br />No’ a man for slowin’ doon <br /> <br />Everybody has their limit <br />The price for tae pay what ye’ve done <br />A’ our tearfu’ eyes could see <br />That Willie’s Winter time had come <br /> <br />Knowin’ Willie wis oor honour <br />An’ frae him we’ll never part <br />In exchange for whit he gie’d us <br />Willie lives in a’ oor hearts<br /><br />Ronnie Clark<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-friend-willie/
