Life is too busy, life is too fastLife isn’t what it was in the pastI want to visit or call and say hiI never actually do it, but I really do tryThe weeks flash on by, they turn into yearsThe demands of living, the unreasonable fearsI still think of you and I will visit you soonOur friendship revived, our friendship resumedThe workload increases, my energy’s sappedMy home life in turmoil, I’m hopelessly trappedI think of you often, at least I will writeI’ll explain my absence; I’ll tell you my plightThis morning I read with utter desolationThere in the obituary is the affirmationMy good friend is dead; all I can do is weepI promised to visit my guilt is so deepI held your love in the palm of my handAnd let it vanish like prints in the sandIt’s too late to call to tell you my friendHow I miss you alreadyAnd shall ‘till my end.