Burning Candles From Both Ends
He was my friend
For just a few years,
Our friendship cemented
Over ciggies and beers,
And chatting up birds
On long boozy nights
And standing back to back
In barroom fights.
We had an arrangement
That we never abused
We drank on credit
In the bar we used,
,Every two weeks
When payday came around
Even the comrades knew
Where we’d be found.
Standing at Elli's bar
We patiently waited
Whilst our tally was
Carefully calculated.
With the account settled
That was when
With the first drink
Our tally started off again.
We were last to,leave
Every single drinking night
And I swear sometimes
It was almost first light.
When his postings came
We said goodbye
Promised to keep in touch
But we neither did try.
For a little while
I tried to carry on
But it wasn't the same
With him being gone.
I heard he carried on
Just the same
And every now and again
I'd hear his name.
I'm pretty certain he's dead
After all these years
Fron too many ciggies
And too many beers
But he was my mate
My very best of friends
When we burned our Candles
From the middle and both ends
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