this 1's for Gwinn Dickerson.

well, dear friend,
your stories come to an end.
and like all good things
you've earned your wings.

you were always there
when i'd get lost out there.
thinkin' & drinkin'
blinkin' & sinkin'.

and, whenever i'd fall
i'd give you a call.
you'd listen to my poetry.
you knew my history.

we'd listen to country songs.
talk about the gone wrongs.
we'd ponder the facts of life.
you'd help me thru my troubles & strife.

no one can take your place.
wish i coulda' seen your face
and felt your smile.
i woulda' like to rest there awhile.

i wish i coulda' kissed you,
told you i was gonna' miss you.
but, now your gone
and i can't call you on the phone.

i feel your spirit in the summer wind.
Thank You, dear friend.
like all good things,
you've earned your wings.