My dearest friend from long ago, why has it been so long
since pen to paper you did touch and wrote to me your songs?
And uttered rhymes most readily, an age engaged in dreams,
your waking hours entrusted so in boyhood tryste daydreams.

The lengthy nights spent in discussion altercating views
and arbitrating politics exchanging points we knew.
These dreams we held so dearly and fought for through and through,
what happened to those dreams of ours? Were any blessed on you?

My friend of long ago the years now tell upon your face.
You wear the scars upon your brow and where once was hope,
now there is no trace.
Your hands once used to reach on high and chase the foremost peaks,
striving for the happiness that children always keep.

Where did you travel in these years? What road set you upon?
For all that once did glisten in your eyes are almost gone
What hardships could have stolen all the fables you held true?
My friend, my colleague I implore, what has befallen you?

Your heart once spoke of romance and believed in fantasy.
Ne’er was a fool for love like you nor will there ever be.
My friend I mean this most sincere, in such things you are well-versed,
so pardon me I still must ask and please don’t think me terse.

Whatever did become of she the one love you did know?
The love you swore upon your life, the hopes that you did sow?
You spoke of joy and jubilation her name was your rapture.
Your face was like I’ve never seen, of this my friend I’m sure.

Is this the cancer now that eats away at you inside?
And draws the lines upon your face, shows scars you cannot hide?
Your death is truly very near if on this way you go
for life is not just what occurs but how your heart does grow.

My friend you must search deep inside and listen to that voice
that led you on discovery and made your every choice.
For when your heart was at the helm success was yours to hold,
so listen to it once again and happily grow old.

Loosen off the binds that hold your heart in slavery
and cast away the times that were and purge your memory.
Step forward like you once knew how and breathe a new day in
for there is where your future lies. Wake up and live again.

Enough has here been said this day I’ll bid you now farewell.
And count you in my prayers at night, in all I wish you well.
We’ll meet once more I’m sure of this, before my time is through.
You see, I know you very well, my dear friend I am you.