Bosom Buddies--Cont.
Billy never could remember,
At least that's what he said,
Just what it was that set him off--
That made him pull the pistol,
And shoot his lifelong buddy, dead.
Billy cried just like a baby,
As we let Tom's body down.
He even helped to fill the grave
With that rich, black soil of Kansas.
Then the marshal took him back to town.
The trial was fair and speedy;
There wasn't much to say.
The jury found Bill guilty,
And the judge, with cold expression,
Set forth his hanging day.
We laid young Bill to rest that day,
In a grave beside his friend.
Side by side they'd lived their lives--
Now side by side, beneath the sod,
Somehow seemed a fitting end.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005
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