Lifers
My old friend called today,
30 years now he's been away.
jus said hello n he is well n fine.
n through the years,our friendship,
he's kept,in his heart,n alive in his mind.
recalling the days we ran hard,wild, n fast,
knowin we goin down young,our lives won't last,
jus takin it all,sufferin some painful bruises,
adventures price.for the risks we took,
jus kept shootin them dice, always off the hook,
never thinkin bout things twice,
cuz ain't nothin matters,we was always thinkin,
so belly up to the bar,n we jus keep on drinkin
for us,no one cares, no, ain't even one who dares,
as my ol friend,expressed he,s missed me,
n i've remained,in treasured thought n caring prayers,
seems,he's one of those precious friends.
got loyalty n love,thats reai,cuz it jus never ends.
i was thinkin of a night, a man,wanted me dead,
but he,knocked me down,n took that bullet instead,
ya know,my friend,is what he chose to be.
never asked or expected,a dam thing,from me.
i guess, we ran hard, wild, n fast, i jus couldn't see then,
we were not, so care free, tears now begin filling my eyes,
thinking hard n slowly starting to realize,
my friend, is who he freely chose to be.
n this man still means the world to me,
seems so dam real to me now, yes life is so short,
n so many years my friend and bro have spent apart,
yet always bound by brotherhood n friendship,
within my friends mind,n some special place, deep in his heart
Copyright © Dale Bronson | Year Posted 2018
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