The Last Meal

Drifting along on a cloud of memory

All the mistakes and regrets I can see

Wounded by all those who abandoned me

Reality doesn’t fall far from the tree,

Recollections as the winter weather rolls in

Self-recrimination can be a sin

It’s not what you’ve done it’s where you’ve been

Late night reflections and Vermouth along with gin,

Drifting on the fleeting comradery

I fell in with her because she was easy

Why are my eyes now getting misty?

Seeking some solace on bended knee,

The clock says it’s two in the morning

Death came to those I loved without a warning

To the limitations of life we are conforming

Toast a glass to the truth that they’re ignoring,

The days and nights have blown away

Leaving the heroes to expire in the fray

I can feel the warmth where she once lay

Through eyes grown cold and gray,

As though drifting out of body I feel

Can‘t I be forgiven, what’s the deal?

The Savior lies in the cave just break the seal

The one with whom we shared the last meal.