Epitapht

What can I say as I listen To slow jazz and ease back in time What can I say man, i will be missing Some should a been reunions , that's a crime. Wish I wasn't writing this epitaph you was a good one Wild at heart and stout like a boot strap. You gave me a life lesson son One night after some fun Letting the eagle swoop the track Always faster second run Yea. I was I got laid back On our way down the mountain We had a liquor indused shoulder stop. I got motion sickness. I was Trying to stop spinning Sitting on the aluminum guard rail While the liquor was winning A class in drinking I failed Until I got the best of myself My balance repeatedly let me fall off the rail Five times You climbed over and put me back on my aluminum sobering shelf. Always laughing at myself And apologizing each time I fell We had much in common it seemed Big in build led by respect with a little pride. What did you say to me each time You hopped That beam That I took from you and kept as ethic and still live by. What random words could you have said. That broke past the barrier of memory not gone with morning bread. Are blocked from mind cause advice or criticism invokes one to feel inferior. I may recall this phrase wrong But I believe this is what You. Told me. " now that we are friends, no apologies, cause as long as I'm around no friends of mine stay on the ground a friend on their feet should always help a man off his back " Ambelished, maybe a bit But from then on, It wasn't easy for many I admit But to those I called friend Were always helped if they Found trouble, or a mud hole. From then on, I only looked To directions When looking upon men Right and left no judgment upon them And excepting no glance if it was looking down on me. Not all men born live As a man Not only did you, but you taught me to. Phil you changed my life perception some men are men some are bought. That night I looked back on Everytime I wanted to let my pride lead me Which led to a positive outcome And help for all close to me So in conclusion to a poets rambling I say goodbye with a metaphor Buddy from were I'm standing What I took from you is to in dept to be expressed even with most prevelant, and precision written parable. You changed the world by changing me. Thank you for standing me up Until I could walk on my feet I will keep memory of you on top of the cup And when I fall, then again we meet