o mr nameless how do you do.
are you still the same person.
or have you changed too.
many o moons ago.
at the old alehouse did we meet.
i was a little timid a gawky young boy.
unsure of what to do
i looked up to you
you held your drinks
you held your dames
dealt the cards and played the game
you had the swagger
you had the charm
with a devilish grin
you had the world
swooning in your arm
are you still the same player
or have you become a naysayer
you look a bit tired
little rusted and wired
has life treated you kindly
or has it whipped you blindly.
did you not get the blue house by the lake
what about the rainbow boat
that you promised to make.
you were the one
they all desired
lauded and praised
you were the sire
with the swivel
of your favourite rye
you made quandaries
disappear in the blink of an eye
are you still the jovial host
or has the age turned you bitter, old bloke
life you said is quite easy
full of fun, sunkissed and breezy
you had it all figured
is what we thought
never imagined i will
ever find you in a spot.
what happened mr nameless
did you take a wrong turn
where are your friends
did they desert you
after all the fun
o mr nameless now i see
you are still the same
but the others
they sure did flee
you are in a mess
o it sure is true
like an injured
sparrow who forgot
it once flew
but dont give up
not just yet
let's raise the storm
the world thought was dead
so mr nameless
shake the lies off from your eyes
stand up strong
for one last fight
in this battle
i stand with you
once you taught me
now let me guide you through
for you know it
as well as i do
mr nameless
you are me
and i am you
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