My mother taught me so much but one of the things
she didn't is how to lift my hand and wave or say goodbye
I don't know how to hoodwink the heart by a psychic lie
I was taught so much about treasuring people
and letting them in but nothing about letting go
about turning the back from the life shared
the moments of joy, the torments and the conundrums
I know how to seed friendship in the soils of my soul
but uprooting the attachment is impossible for the pain
I was taught how to smile at friends and to always cry to them
there's nowhere they said sometimes you have to disguise
the melancholy, secrets by only crying in the rain
I know so much about attraction but nothing about repulsion
everything about familiarity and none about expulsion
I don't know how to write those sadly sweet words of farewell
for there is nothing fair about leaving, nor does it feel well
I don't know ******* all the hope inside of a shared future
something about which I was never tutored
the optimism that we can live this close happily ever after
that we can still work out, marry or get married yet still share laughter
from the foolish ****** jokes in the absence of our kids
I loathe the direction to which this road seemingly leads
contrary to the one I envision, one where we still party all night
with a great cohesion that triumphs every argument and fight
I can't get myself to believe that we totally have no control
that the final was probably the last time I watch with my pals ball
or pop bottles and jump sky high to the rhythm of the city night
soaring with flooding passion like an eagle or a kite
I'm never saying goodbye, won't abide by that end
for I want to be the first to beat the odds of the rest of my life
I want to have this family even closer, each and every friend
to party, crack jokes, point out lasses till I find a wife
I want to be the first to say we were not all about class
that's why I'll always treat each one of you carefully like a glass
enough to keep me close to your heart even when continents apart
even when I happen to loudly do a stenchy ****
I want to weave this friendship as intricately as a mat
so that it may never be suffocated by any kind of dirt
so don't bother saying goodbye, don't do that
because I promise, something I seldom do
that each one of you pawpaws and rabbits will always be in my heart
it will never matter where we are or who we become
I'm ready for the sticks of destiny to hit the karma drum
I'm ready for whatever is waiting right ahead
but whatever it is, this friendship will count even after I'm dead
for the love I have for you is deeper than the deepest sea
you're most gorgeous of nature's my eyes will ever see
I'd pluck each of you a star to turn every wound into a scar
if I had the powers, I'd buy each one a chopper or a car
to enable us keep this thing going on till forever wherever that is
otherwise I'd turn around and never look back if it were that easy
I'd quickly write each one of you the best bittersweet poem saying goodbye
if I was certain in the process I wouldn't breakdown and cry
I'm not walking away, only foolish people walk away from family
after all the friendship which took us past the calculus waves
might be the shoulders we need to reach the future each of us craves
I stick to you all...you're a family anyone would wish to have
I choose where my heart is, I stick with the ones I love