My Friend Indy

To Indiana If you was me And I was you What would we really do So once upon a time, I thought I would write a rhyme But then I thought I had run out of time Because slowly, slowly time departs But I just never seemed to start I looked, I listened and thought I smelt the hay Only to lose my way Your family after all were not mine They were neither Clancy, Keady or a Klyne I did though see gravestones in a churchyard called Barna And wondered is that maybe my Grand-Father Time is short and running out, so I started to shout I also nearly gave up, but never again now or ever As you are my trusted mentor Without you my friend I wouldn’t have made it But I was never really sure until you knocked on my door You have helped me ever so much, and I thank you and wish you all the luck Best wishes and my friendship forever All my love to you Indiana DAMO