Life is too busy, life is too fast
Life isn’t what it was in the past
I want to visit or call and say hi
I never actually do it, but I really do try

The weeks flash on by, they turn into years
The demands of living, the unreasonable fears
I still think of you and I will visit you soon
Our friendship revived, our friendship resumed

The workload increases, my energy is sapped
My home life in turmoil, I’m hopelessly trapped
I think of you often, at least I will write
I’ll explain my absence; I’ll tell you my plight

This morning I read with utter desolation
There in the obituary is the affirmation
My good friend is dead; all I can do is weep
I promised to visit my guilt is so deep

I held your love in the palm of my hand
And let it vanish like prints in the sand
It’s too late to call to tell you my friend
How I miss you already and shall till my end.