Guy, Buddy, Pal

Walking down a sightless path,
Awakenings of my recent past
Marauding images, guzzling gushers
Flowing free and fast
Mornings not remembering yesterday.

Hours spent of mindless chatter.
Pockets empty of untold cash,
Elbows resting on the counter.
Happy times long forgot
Names of Guy, Buddy, Pal . . . all are lost.

A strumming of a banjo fills the air
Humming murmurs of a song somewhere.
Half-sung, the song stops there.
We had fun over the years,
Guy, Buddy, Pal, and me.

So now I walk still down the path
Of new friends soon to be forgot.
Barstools changing, resting elbows,
Awaiting yesterday . . .
All for naught.