We came alone
we go alone
our bodies are but flesh and bone
though spirits soar on high
the things of scant importance
are the things we leave behind
Yet at times I wonder
if a whiskey bottle's up there
waiting in the sky
a girl or two
a naughty puff
a newborn baby's cry
the finer things
pure wedding rings
old films that made us sigh
and all the trappings of a life
we dearly love and cherish
those timeless starstruck memories
let's hope that they don't perish
Written by Abracadabra
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