I'm holding back from going to see him- <br />To take a cab to the sad part of town. <br />Afraid to add to a heart that's grieving <br />With all those memories hanging around. <br />We were shy and we liked it fine <br />Living in back of his pa's garage. <br />And, oh, that garage lit up like magic <br />when he picked up that old guitar. <br />Sweet times gone; they've gone on by. <br />To laugh and dream with friends; <br />It ends, and so we cry. <br />Sweet times gone so far away <br />Leaving whispers in the air- <br />Sad whispers here to stay. <br />I get tears near spilling over <br />Thinking back to long ago <br />Before he left with that old guitar <br />To sing to world he didn't know.<br /><br />Joseph Damico<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-times-gone/
