A morning I remembered my old friend.
We used to have good times together,
Before I became ill.
He is high and mighty and he left me in a lurch.
But I didn’t take it kindly,
For I was sad at heart to see such degradation of a friendship which was based purely on friendship.
Though are times,
Once a friend not always friend,
Surprisingly he ain’t alone in it,
There are big – big people involved in it
And they are quite close to me but in reality much afar.
Adios!
