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Gone, but not Forgotten

He was a friend of mine when I needed one

He was there through thick and thin

And now he’s gone and I miss him

More than I can say

I remember the day I picked him up

Had pick of the litter, chose the biggest pup

I took him home and watched him grow

Taught him everything he’d learn to know

But now he’s gone, gone but not forgotten

Gone are the days we’d go outside and play

Gone are the days we’d lay around in the shade

All that is left is the blanket where he once slept

That lies empty in the corner in the closet of my room

Nine years and two months had passed

When he lived his final day

He fought a fight he couldn’t win

And was called to his resting place

I remember that last goodbye

As I looked at him in those big brown eyes

And I knew that he knew it was the end

Now he’s gone, gone but not forgotten

Gone are the days we’d go outside and play

Gone are the days we’d lay around in the shade

All that is left is the blanket where he once slept

That lies empty in the corner in the closet of my room

I once had a shadow

For it followed everywhere

But no matter which way I turn now

The shadow is no longer there

Now I find it so hard to believe

That the life he lived and the things we did

Are all but a memory

For he’s gone, gone but not forgotten

Gone are the days we’d go outside and play

Gone are the days we’d lay around in the shade

All that is left is the blanket where he once slept

That lies empty in the corner in the closet of my room


About the author

Greg Maier

Greg Maier, formerly of the Beasel Brothers, has been a songwriter who played the college circuit in the 1970s. The Beasel Brothers cut two demo tapes: Sunset Sessions 1986 and Living in the Past Lane. When not spending time with the family, he enjoys outdoors, dogs, nature, wildlife and sharing time with friends. His listens to country rock, folk, blues, melodic fingerstyle, blues and more. Self taught on guitar during his college years, he dabbled with penning some original songs, poems and performs at pubs, outside festivals, country clubs, weddings and plenty of campfire jamborees. He attended the Old Town School of Folk Music and was part of a John Prine Tribute class. To purchase his music: Contact the author.
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