conversations.

okay, this is an older one,
but it was never finished so this is it,
with a little more.
not quite sure if its done yet.

i remember what a wise man once told me,
in a nice long talk we had before he passed,
about life and growing up and getting older,
and what's to come, with my future and his past.
he said "you only got one life that you are given,
so best use it cause it's moving fast.
if you feel like givin' up, just please don't give in.
make the best & make it sweet & make it last."

he said "that boy you got,
has a good head on his shoulders,
and some brilliant thoughts running through his brain.
keep him young,
and hold him with pride,
because that kid,
will one day carry out your stride."

well that wise man died one day,
his body couldn't take the fight.
the cancers army had been built up way too strong,
and he floated away into that big bright light.
lost himself to a pair of fried lungs,
from fires he lit himself at night.
a poison smoke he loved,
lead him to a grave,
he dug.
and I miss you jerry,
I wish you were here tonight.

there should be more to that i think,
but i don't want to rush it.
that one means a lot to me.