Sung by a pair on a busker’s pitch
A gentle guitar and a voice so clear
I’ve heard it before in all of its forms
But today in public I heard its words.
I sat for a while with blank in my mind
Eyes closed tight yet dripping with tears
I saw all my friends of many past beers
Their terrible jokes, still ribbing me dear.
Through two encores I spoke with my friends
Then I realized someone was waking me up
My anger was hot and my words well barbed
But the moment was lost and they had gone dark.
Farewell Dear friends, I said in my head
Sleep well with your beer in Valhalla’s beds
No anger or pain will find you there
And I know sometime we’ll speak again.