Always been several old timers

Saturday mornings down at the diner

No one sits in the corner booth

That’s where them boys stretch the truth

Talking politics and about their wives

And how that fish was twice its size

Harley’s not around to join them anymore

But when the bell rings they look at the door

I pay my bill and tip my hat

Wishing I had friends like that

But how to be a good friend I’m still learning

I am back at the diner Saturday morning

The boys come slowly walking in

And I noticed Tom is missing

Hear them say it’s a damn shame

And how death won’t take his name

And I listen to them as they tell their war stories

How they laugh and cry at the memories

Then the door opens and the bell rings

They stop talking, look up ,wishing the same thing

When they hold their breathe in silence

I can feel their pain in those few seconds

Then they’re back to recalling when

Saying how grateful they’ve been

I can’t help but smile as they remember back

And I can’t help to wish I had friends like that