My old friend, I recall,
The times we had are hanging on my wall.
I wouldn't trade them for gold.
Those memories will never be sold.
Cause they laughed and they cried to me,
And somehow revived me.
And they're woven in the stories I have told,
I'll tell them again, not so cold.
My old friend I apologize,
For the years that have passed,
Since the last time you and I,
Dusted off those memories, and I sigh.
But the running and the races,
And the other people and the places.
There was always somewhere else I had to be.
And times get thin, my old friend, I see.
My old friend, this poem's for you,
'Cause a few simple rhymes was the least I could do,
To tell the world that you were here.
You feel so far, but near.
'Cause the love and the laughter,
Will live long laughter.
All the sadness and the tears.
We'll meet again, my old friend.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,
My old friend,
Maes Hughes.