An Ode To A Friend
(Wishful Thinking And A Truth
That Hurts)
align="center">This isn't a toast to your future
align="center">Or even a verse on your past
align="center">This isn't a rhyme to insult you
align="center">Or a sonnet to win your heart
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This isn't a song
to your virtues
Or an obituary at your
wake
This isn't a farfetched
compliment
Or a critique on your
mistakes
align="center">This isn't a simple morality tale
align="center">Or a patriarch in the sky
align="center">This isn't a sun-sweet breathless
betrayal
Or a gently staggered
sigh
align="center">This isn't a locked door opened
align="center">Or a bonfire in the rain
align="center">This isn't a ticket to heaven
align="center">Or a person for you to blame
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This isn't answers
to all questions
Or a pill to ease the
pain
But some day it might be of
use
When life is pricked with
strain
align="center">This isn't blind eyes seeing
align="center">Through the ghostly shadows of time
align="center">This isn't deaf ears hearing
align="center">Or a mountain you have to climb
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I cant offer you
divine glory
Or a place in constant
sun
But I'll stand there looking
awkward
Until the last tears have
run
align="center">What you wish for from your life
align="center">Can never always be true
align="center">And the way you dream things really should
be
Is Maybe what's hurting
you
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So dust off
your dreams and hold your head up high
align="center">'Cos you'll always have a dude
align="center">Who wont be as good as you think he should
And always slightly
crude
align="center">I cant offer you a brand new world
align="center">I'm just like an Asda shelf
align="center">I'm a no frills, basic, smart price
service
But always there to
help
align="center">This isn't a poem on your exploits
align="center">Or a verse that's etched to offend
align="center">This isn't a moments madness
align="center">Merely an ode,
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To a
Friend.
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