'Road Dogs N Lifers' Poem by Duane ''Gypsy'' Bronson

My old friend called today,30 years now he's been away.
jus said hello n he is well n fine.n through the years,
our friendship, he's kept, with him in his heart, n in his mind. recalling the days we ran hard, wild, n fast,
knowin we goin down young, our lives won't last,
jus takin it all, n suffering painful bruises, adventures price.
for foolish risks we took, we jus kept shootin them dice,
ain't nothin matters, any way, we was always thinkin,
so belly up to the bar, n we jus keep on drinkin,
cuz for us, no one cares, no, ain't even one, who dares,
as my ol friend, expressed how he, s missed me,
n i've remained, in treasured thought n caring prayers,
seems, he's one of those precious friends.
got loyalty n love, thats reai, cuz it jus never ends.
thinkin of a night, a man, wanted me dead,
but he, knocked me down, n he took that bullet instead,
ya know, my friend, is what he chose to be.
n he never asked or expected, a dam thing, from me.
perhaps, we ran hard, wild, n, fasti jus couldn't see
that we were not, so care free, as tears, now, begin filling my eyes, thinking, n slowly starting to realize, my friend,
is who he freely chose to be. n this man still means the world to me,
seems, so dam real to me now, yes, life is so short,
n so many years, my friend and i spent apart,
yet, remained, bound, by brotherhood n friendship,
within my friends mind, n a special place, deep in his heart...
'Gypsy'