Call You Friend – © 1973

Sometimes you don’t get the one you want. Every once in a while a failed love can develop into a friendship that lasts a lifetime. Oh yeah, and back then “gay” wasn’t a “bad word”.

Call You Friend – © 1973

I wrote so many poems to you
Some filled with love, some flowing blue.
Though some were good, the rest were bad.
Those were the only words I had.
But, oh, how young and far away
Seem the days when I was gay.
You were my love, my only life.
I dreamt one day you’d be my wife.

But now I’m old and here alone.
I lost my heart and left my home.
And yet I dream of yesteryear
When we were close and love was dear.
Now as my life draws to and end
I’m glad that I can call you friend.

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