All Over Again
I lost the closest of friends
And can't explain just what it meant to me
It's like a piece of me died
While letting something else enter me
And now the thoughts of seeing him
Will be the only thing that gets to me
Because for longer than I thought
I was more than hard to handle
Like a knife with a sharpened handle
But now the blunts have dulled the edge
So when I see him on the mantle
All the pictures of the times
That I've pictured in my mind
More than riches, more than wine
Will keep his vision still alive
More than anything I wish
That I could have a little time
But when I get to the gates
I can't begin to describe
Exactly how it'll feel
When I look into his eyes
And see the oldest of friends
And when I finally arrive
I shouldn't show with a pen
What we'll do, but I know in the end
We'll have the times of our lives
All over again.
Copyright © John Mayo | Year Posted 2015
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