Sunday, 29 August 2010

For Old Times Sake

Brew me a cup,
for old times sake.

Sit with me and hear
about my yesterday.

Laugh as I recall all my
lovers and men.

Weep for every broken heart
and each forgotten friend.

Cheer for dreams held onto
and every happy end.

Regret each lost chance and
every failed attempt.

Be my childhood friend or be
the one from school.

Be the father that never was or the mother
who left too soon.

Be the religion, or be the hope
that carried me through.

When I reach the end wipe my tears
and yours too.

Then slowly drink your cup and leave
mine on my grave.

Tomorrow again brew me your special,
for old times sake.

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