It's not the nights spent in taverns outside of the town or the days spent in wasting my time nor the ***** and limes I have drunk with those fine friends of mine
to tell you the truth I'm not sure if it matters

the hours roll on to the days
and they're gone
and the weeks?
well the weeks
linger
but then they're
gone too
and the years
poke through
and the taverns don't matter
even if I remember
but the fine friends
are ghosts now
who don't let
me forget.