Here’s to my friends poetry and prose
I’ve sang your praises for many a day
you both loved me back so I suppose
until came the day I’d nothing to say

It’s crystal clear that it’s come to this
writing only two minute fluffy little crap
be this now the fate of my literary bliss
I’d be far better served by taking a nap

To continue writing nothing but drivel
would of course be a grievous mistake
so why carry on with whine and snivel
knowing too well that I need a break

Empty
forever afraid
endlessly running
hurting everyone who ever cared
breaking everything I most desired
hiding in the lonely shadows
a child cries out in the darkness
too late, far too late I see
we’re only as large as our smallest dreams
but a compilation, bits and pieces
of everything we’re taught to believe

What’s so wonderful I ask you now
what’s so **** great about tomorrow
it’s but a promise that may well vanish
and a loan that you can never borrow

I feel quite the same about the past
our most dearly beloved yesterday
any day you can’t relive or forgive
may as well be a million miles away

That leaves us only one day to live
do not waste this special day I warn
as today’s the day you’ve waited for
it’s the day where dreams are born

Memories of lighter days
the seasons and years
so quickly change
life is but a heartbeat
upon eternity
before
death the imposter
appears to take everything
still this is a lovely game
and the special ones
yet live on
so long as the memories
remain