A Song for Erick

 

I have a friend named Erick
He’s only 24
He just found out the other day
That his future is no more
His doctor rather calmly said
“You have full blown AIDS, young man”
and Erick told me “Don’t forget,
and please come and hold my hand”

I’d like to sing a song for Erick
But I don’t know what to say
His life is but one
Of a million thrown away
We don’t know how long he had it
Or who he got it from
How many times he passed it on
Or what is yet to come

Erick doesn’t really want his status to be known
Because his friends and family
May sever all ties grown
And leave him to waste away completely on his own
I said : “Go find an NGO clinic, get the proper pills
Get into a support group and make better friends
You know the government won’t pay the bills
And if you don’t go, Erick, this is where it ends”

And I’d like to sing a song for Erick
But I don’t know what to say
His life is but one
Of a million thrown away
We don’t know how long he had it
Or who he got it from
How many times he passed it on
Or what is yet to come

I really hope that Erick will always be as true
And insist on using condoms be rejected as he may
So no more young South Africans will be infected, too
I also hope that Erick will get some time to stay
Among us living people and smile his happy smile
And laugh and play and make us happy too
In his effortlessly happy style
Erick, my friend, this poem is for you

And I’d like to sing a song for Erick
But I don’t know what to say
His life is but one
Of a million thrown away
We don’t know how long he had it
Or who he got it from
How many times he passed it on
Or what is yet to come