Ode to a Lost Friend

Vocal feels a bit empty today.

There's a hole where your words should be.

And still so much left for you to say,

But you're no longer here – you're free.

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I'll miss the banter, the quips and your wit

And the “older guy” references, too.

And the way we two geezers did not give a shit

What those arrogant kids in here do.

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I'll read your emails when I need a laugh

Just to chuckle at your “schtick art”.

I can't think of a much better epitaph

For a fellow grumpy old fart.

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I'll keep on keepin' on, here in this space

'Longside others who wish you the best.

Don't fret about us, bud, we'll keep the pace,

While you get some well-deserved rest.

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