Many years ago when I was a child,
I had a special friend with whom I played,
Together much mischief, we was really wild,
Over the years our friendship never frayed,

When teenagers we went our separate ways,
Contact was rare and very slim,
No letters or phone calls between the days,
Yet when we met it was like a new begin,

Each told to one another our secret wishes,
How we missed those carefree plays,
Ill with cancer he laughed, no more dishes,
Now death is the parting of our ways,

No longer able to see that mans smile,
To hear that chuckling or see you grin,
Yet we knew for the other we would go the extra mile,
So I will see you one day, at the gates we can have another begin.