God Speed For Gary Morris

A friend of mine, well past his prime lay in his dreary bed, calling me and asking, "Please, come visit me I beg." I said I would just as I should tomorrow, after sunrise, but little did I know it then life passed before his eyes. A promise made but one not kept, I wept for days on end, for never did I follow through to visit my old friend. Who lay there waiting for only me to come and share a few fine tales, of words and deeds together, we succeeded, triumphed, and failed. He merely asked for minutes but I cancelled his request, too busy living my own life instead of giving him my best. And now I'm left to ponder and forsake what's done is done, for not a day can pass me by without wishing I could run. Away from my own prison walls and chains that weigh me down, for waiting, waiting, far too long too late to see him now. He was not known for his credentials, letters or degrees, his life was bare essentials of family, friends, and needs. And though I know I let him down before he took to fly away, I tell you now, he had a heart as good as gold and any man, I'd say. Forgive me friend if you can hear my voice from near and far, yesterday you were a man, and today, a shining star. I'll see you in the sky tonight with my binoculars in hand, and when I do, I'll wave to you, and pray you understand. I did not ignore your last request but failed to see your fate, whose time had come, whose race was won and I arrived too late. But for those who never knew you as keenly as these eyes, you were a friend in need and one indeed, God speed, wherever you may fly.