I can look the sun in the face <br /> But the friends that I have lost <br /> I dare not look at any. Yet, I have held. <br /> Them all in my arms, shared with them <br /> The same bath and bed, often <br /> Devouring the same dish, drunk as soon <br /> On tea as on wine, at that time <br /> When but to think of an ill, made <br /> By God or man, was to find <br /> The cure prophet and physician <br /> Did not have. Yet, to look <br /> At them now I dare not, <br /> Though I can look the sun in the face. <br /> <br /><br />African Poems<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/john-pepper-clark-song/
