From a time
when we were
only friends.
You took
the best of me.
I gave you everything.
Laughter
was so easy
and we were fools,
so we laughed plenty.
We’d cast our cares out
in each other’s name.
So good,
if we only could
have stood the pain.
Came back to reality again.
Broken,
but not lonesome;
I guess that’s the game.
There were tears,
yeah,
we all saw.
The fear that broke
and became awe.
Each had us running
to another God,
and some of us to
no gods at all.
Picking up
right where we left off
doesn’t seem as easy
as it might have been.
We’ve all taken a few
shots to the chin,
but we remain
the same in many ways.
Lost touch,
but it doesn’t matter
anymore.
Pretty soon,
we’ll all be
dying in the door.
I don’t know
if you’re ready
for that chorus,
but that old refrain
is coming around again.
Sit down,
let me bend your ear.
Crack a beer
and make the most of here.
We’ve been gone
all these years,
so let’s just take
a minute
to clear the air.
HG – 2022
