to you all my good friends through time
i dedicate this poem with loving nostalgia
you each left an indellible mark on me
frankieboy you knew how to duck and feign
and you gave me a blue eye that wouldn't go
dannyboy you were always the funny one
making smelly noises under your armpit
sonnyboy you were the sleepwalking mother's boy
i remember you for being a neat dresser
but each one of you was just a station on my route
to places i thought mattered until i got there
now i'm back to stay, but to whom will i tell my story?
you're all gone now, transported by mother time into time