There were three friends that buried the fourth, <br />The mould in his mouth and the dust in his eyes, <br />And they went south and east and north— <br />The strong man fights but the sick man dies. <br /> <br />There were three friends that spoke of the dead— <br />The strong man fights but the sick man dies— <br />"And would he were here with us now," they said, <br />"The sun in our face and the wind in our eyes."<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-friends-2/
