An Oldman's Ode to friends

Awful but awesome

On the road of my edgy existence,
A number of friends I fenced.

Some of them were awe-inspiring dopers,
And they slept on grass like candid lovers.

Few of them were moderate and bookish,
But they were wild about booze and fish.

We sustained our whole days with fags,
And passed the deserted night on rags.

The moment comes and the moment goes,
A few of them died and some of them I lose.

All my friend were awful but awesome,
If they were here in this life of lonesome,

Together we can sit and gossip of old times,
And in the sky the sun of our love again shine.

Jaq