Grandpa lets go we’re gonna be late!
Just a moment son please wait
Go on and ill follow in a little while
Ok grandpa I’m just gonna be near the aisle.
Standing here looking at that table
You wouldn’t believe our own fable
My friends and I used to chill here
Good old times holding a beer.
Our clown would be Ben, the noisy one
Full of jokes that bastard but its all fun
He always make fun of me, that asshole
Still that sucker is part of my very whole.
And the idiot is John
Or always acting like one
Every joke Ben say he will always get it last
He’s a fun lad and completes our blast.
The one so serious will be John
That one is part serious and part stubborn
No wonder he was always teased by Ben
Easily angered but a bestfriend then.
You know our alien Chris Wy
The one whos there but not there kind of guy
Weird but fun yet always have your back
Another piece of me which lack.
And lastly the guy with different girlfriends
Where every time he comes a number he lends
No other than Glen Fray Junior
Always in trouble when we were senior.
What fun we had in those days
With every problems we had our ways
Now I have the table we used to stay
The grass where we sometimes lay
Living long enough to see your loved ones die
To witness the truth of painful lie
But this demise may yet be a fate
Where I’m left alone with my self loving hate
Standing here looking at that table
Where we made our own fable
But tears fall down as I remember
That only memories live forever.
Poetry and Art Is Life 