To you


To a friend for all times
I've needed to write this for some time
All of our troubles, all of our fun
Is now lost since you bought your gun
I figured when you married
After all three kids
You would hit your senses
But even now resist
But if I'm telling tales
And if I'm spouting lies
Then I'd be the first
That was surprised
Lose the gun lady
Death isn't pretty
We all know that


Copyright 2003 by pauly hart