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Burning Candles At Both Ends


He was a friend of mine

For a couple of years,

Our friendship formed 

Over ciggies and beers,

And chatting up birds

And raucous nights

And standing back to back

In the event of fights.


We had an arrangement

With the bar we used,

Out beer on credit,

That we never abused

Every two weeks

When payday came around 

Everybody knew where 

We could be found.


Standing at Elli's bar 

We patiently waited

Whilst our tally was

Carefully calculated.

With the account settled

That was when

With the first drink

Our tally started off again.


We were last  leave

Every drinking night

And I swear sometimes

It was almost first light.

When his postings came 

We said goodbye

Promised to keep in touch

But we never did try.


Fora little while

I tried to carry on

But it wasn't the same

With him being gone. 

I heard he carried on

Just the same

And now and again

I'd hear his name.


I'm pretty certain 

By now he's dead

But he stays alive 

Here in my head.

He was my mate

The best of friends

When we burned our

Candles at both ends 

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Burning Candles At Both Ends