| GONE, BUT NOT FORGOTTEN I sat across the table, an empty chair it was. Thinking about a friend of mine, his chin downed with fuzz. We'd been the best of buddies, inseperable it seems. We did everything together, some nice, some cool, some mean. I picture now the kids we were, laughter, carryin on, But find a tear now in my eye, he passed away, and now is gone. Now upon my looking back, some things I wished I'd said, some things I wish I hadn't, now that he's gone and dead. We hardly think of friends this way, always think they will be here. Until theyv'e actually left us, is when we shed the tears. It made me stop and think a bit, Of friends still here, and some not made. The way I need to change my thoughts. I need to change my ways. Instead of thinking day by day, I should remember this. We'll not always be here, leave memories some will miss. Some impressions left behind, are remembered by some of us. So try to leave a thought or two, for others as a plus. Most can not live each day religeous, I know I can't, now can you? I can't live each day perfect, do the best that you can do. Our friends are all we leave behind, even family, distant kin. For houses, money, personal things, are spent or built again. As we sit on high, looking down, see the ones wev'e left behind. listening, to what they say about us, if it's good then wev'e done fine. And if you are looking up, these verses matter not. for you my friend, to use that term, have lost allllllll youv'e got. The Masked Writer <-.-> (C) 2001 T Lovett |