I wonder what he would say If he were sitting here today Would he tell me all the things he's seen Would he say it was okay
Would we talk about the past we shared Or of what the future holds Will he give a glimpse of what's in store And say he's met the Lord
Will he know how much I miss him And miss the friendship that he gave Tell me that although he's gone He's now in a better place
Will we sit and talk for hours Maybe write a poem or two Will he play guitar and sing his songs And say this one's for you
Will he tell me that he cant stay long But his journey did not end That he looks down from up above To guide me as a friend
Will he say he knows I look for him He hears the prayers that I say That he will always be my friend And he is never far away
In loving honor of Edward M. Dixon
This poem written in tears for an old friend of mine who I owe so much. Edward M Dixon, we were friends at a young age and he is so missed. He has written several poems and songs and had an incredible musical talent and voice. I look forward to one day seeing him again and just sitting and listening to him sing. I miss you my friend.