Twenty-Eight

My February birthday, A day born into this world, Never knowing how it'd turn out, Like the flag of life unfurled, Love's fate been fickle, As to many of us, I am sure But carry on we must, It's God's will that we must endure But the highest high, Better than drugs or love, The Lord blessed me, With times given from above, To play with my friends, In total ecstasy, Only another musician would know, Only a musician could see The inner and outer goosebumps, I got playing "Morning Dew" If I live to be twenty-eight hundred, I will still swear to you, Those highs so high, Those moments so sweet Twenty-eight angels, Could not compete, And here again, Mark T shines bright, As he brought to my home, Such musical delight... Sadly those days are gone, As is my buddy, Yet he lives on, In sweet memories of music Of yesterday, Thank God I have tapes, That I can still play See death's barrier is brief, We all reunite someday down the road, And knowledge of this, Helps me carry my load.