To an Old Friend


Sugared water westside man
That is how we met
Poke some holes into a can
That is what you said
We did come up together
We showed it to them all
The bond as tough as leather
They'll never see me fall
Ringing great names finding treasures
Invoking times of old
The value so great that it can't be measured
Like sting it's fields of gold
Like this I find myself now here
Between us space and time
Thinking back and drinking beer
On days of auld lang syne

Copyright © 2007, 2011 Oliver Mahmoudi

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