Singing a Song Wrong

A poem dedicated to Britt, Eddie, Ebby,and Matt.

I remember it perfectly,
sitting on the porch were we.
Doing nothing but watching time fly.
Not one thing causing us to cry.
We were singing a song,
singing a song wrong.


The past with you was fun.
In the rain and in the sun.
Now your life is through.
One thing for sure, I miss you.


No one can replace the way you smiled.
I still look at pictures of you once in a while.
I know life is changing now,
but you still live in me somehow.


I remember it perfectly,
sitting on the porch were we.
You were singing a song,
and I was singing along.
We were singing a song wrong.