Life is too busy, life is too fast Life isn’t what it was in the past I want to visit or call and say hi I never actually do it, but I really do try
The weeks flash on by, they turn into years The demands of living, the unreasonable fears I still think of you and I will visit you soon Our friendship revived, our friendship resumed
The workload increases, my energy’s sapped My home life in turmoil, I’m hopelessly trapped I think of you often, at least I will write I’ll explain my absence; I’ll tell you my plight
This morning I read with utter desolation There in the obituary is the affirmation My good friend is dead; all I can do is weep I promised to visit my guilt is so deep
I held your love in the palm of my hand And let it vanish like prints in the sand It’s too late to call to tell you my friend How I miss you already And shall ‘till my end.
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