MY FRIEND THE FOOL TALKS TO ME FAITHFULLY EVERY DAY,
WE'RE AS CLOSE AS YOU CAN GET, SO I ALWAYS KNOW WHAT HE'S GOING TO SAY.
HOW HE KNOWS SHE HATES THE DEMON THAT COURSES THRU HIM,
HOW SHE MAKES IT GROW AS SHE LET'S HER LOVE LIGHT DIM.
HOW HE LAYS NEXT TO HER SO MANY NIGHTS – YEARNING FOR HER TOUCH,
HOW HE SOMETIMESGET'S SO ANGRY BECAUSE HE LOVES HER SO MUCH.
HOW THE ONCE UNTHINKABLE DECISION TO LEAVE ALWAYS CROPS UP OF LATE,
HOW DAY AFTER DAY, LIKE DESTINY, IT SEEMS HIS UNSTOPPABLE FATE.
THAT'S WHEN HE CRIES AND THRU BLURRED VISION SEE'S THINGS MUCH CLEARER,
THAT'S WHEN I BRUSH AWAY MY TEARS AND SHAKE MY HEAD AS MY FRIEND THE FOOL LEAVES MY MIRROR.
Written 1-8-91,six months before I stopped drinking.
Bob Lindsey
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