Tommy
Your at St.Clairs tonight
an old man, 76, all alone
I know your ill, I know your weak
I know you love me, anyway, I knew last week
You were here to visit, for one day
We played cards and cooked spaghetti
I was disappointed in the sauce- you smiled
I know you love me, anyway, I knew last week
We looked at pictures of last year at camp
you’ve given me memories, you smiled at yours
Tom, it was you, paid for my divorce in ‘73
I know you love me, anyway, I knew last week
We reminised of days in Fayetteville
You asked of Joey and our binge of
‘sneaky pete’, in the morn we all suffered
I know you love me, anyway, I knew last week
If your tired of trying, and die tonight
I’ll cry, I will, inspite of your not wanting me to
If you fight to live, it’ll be nice for me, at least
I know you love me, anyway , I knew last week
That my friends was written by my mother about a good friend of the family Tommy Woods. We used to camp on Oneida lake with him. As much as I hate her, I do love her writings
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