we meet each day
come rain or shine
me and a retired friend of mine
we sit in the park and reminisce
on those by gone years
that we sadly miss
looking back it doesn't seem
such a along time ago
or some far away dream
and then we 'll walk
on the leaf drenched path
strolling will we have a laugh
it seems my friend's
is late this day
the thought I'm thinking
push away
he'll come, we would not leave me here
again i push away this fear
and to myself, i make a bet
my friend he wouldn't leave me yet
at last his voice i hear again
behind me saying, looks like rain
eliza
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