For my friend, Lean

There's nothing that can compensate

For the random fickleness of fate

We live and breathe without concerning

How it is our lives keep turning

Until one day the turning ends

and suddenly we've lost our friends

So many years of joy and pleasure

No longer there to love and treasure

But fate behaves the same for all

And all must answer that final call

The saving grace is that we had those days

To enjoy that love in so many ways