A Distant Stare

A Distant Stare

 

First I want to thank all for comments last week, as I may have hit my all time high in readership of my little weekly ramblings. My attempts at humour are more measured by effort than results, but every once in a while I feel compelled to thank you for surprising, supportive responses. I make a drastic departure this week as I try to express a new dilemma I face.

I have been to many funerals and most of them were for very old, loving relatives.   The spirit of those ceremonies are always mixed with sadness and celebration. Lately the people who die in my life are much too close to my current age. It is a bit of a kick to the head as my own mortality becomes a topic of discussion.

I am very displeased with this new reality and can’t seem to get past the anger stage of grieving.

I submit today a reflection of that current state of mind. I believe my lyrics are superior to “Funeral for a Friend”, Elton John’s first track, of his legendary album Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. I do not say this with arrogance, I simply state this as pure fact because that opening song was an instrumental.  A little trivia, Mr. John wrote that composition, as a song he would like played at his own funeral.

A warning to my sisters, who do read my blogs.  You might want to grab a tissue for this one if you click on the song link.

 

A Distant Stare (Death of a Friend)

We were friends before the start of time,

Partners who performed the perfect crime.

Survived the school days, connected every phase,

Never found a hill we couldn’t climb

 

They tell you live your life like the last day.

It’s hard to do, as life gets in the way

The last time that we spoke, you told another joke

Said “see you soon”, the last words you would say.

 

Chorus

I don’t want to say goodbye right now.

I know I should but I just don’t know how.

People offer prayer, but right now I don’t care!

My happy eyes are now a distant stare.

 

We planned to get together in a week.

A couple’s night, we couldn’t wait to speak.

All the plans were made, then some driver strayed,

A fatal crash began my losing streak.

 

Everyone are given special friends.

We never know beginnings or the ends.

It always here and there, it s always everywhere.

Then fate provides the pain that never mends.

 

Chorus

I don’t want to say goodbye right now.

I know I should but I just don’t know how.

People offer prayer, but right now I don’t care!

My happy eyes are now a distant stare.

 

Bridge

We acquired inner wealth, did some things that hurt your health

I’ll never forget the day we met

Support with just a nudge, as good friends never judge,

My precious memories now smothered with regret.

 

You’re the only one I couldn’t save.

I tell you things while standing at your grave,

Things I should have said, I now speak to the dead.

I took things that you never knew you gave.

 

Chorus

I don’t want to say goodbye right now.

I know I should but I just don’t know how.

People offer prayer, but right now I don’t care!

My happy eyes are now a distant stare.

 

Foot note: I thought by writing this, it would help with the pain… It has not.

 

The Blong: A Distant Stare