I’ve been looking at an old picture of you
And I wondered how you are right now.
Do you still have that blue tie?
Do those eyes still wrinkle when you laugh?
I never ran out of excuses
To run to your station for help,
To see you up close as you launch into one of your speeches.
I’d use that excuse again.
Are you happy?
I hope you are, and I wish to hear that laugh once more.
Perhaps you still sit at the far stool at the bar..
I’ll see you again, one of these days.
