A Note to Eamon


It doesn’t get much better than what we had,
My friend.
Perfection cannot be manufactured,
But when we were all put together
The combination was perfect.
Together we made music.
Music, the food of the soul.
Together we made that.
We did with so little effort
What has evaded so many
Great people throughout the years:
We made people, many people, happy.
Whatever may happen,
Always remember that we were great.
We were great friends.
We were great entertainers.
We had our own little great escapes.
We won our own great little victories.
Neither of us really got the girl,
But we (for a while) were on top of the world.
Never forget those three weeks.
Never forget the things we did.
Because,
My friend,
It doesn’t get much better than what we had.

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