The depth of friendship is equal to the number of seconds one takes before saying no to a friend, for a task that is impossible to do.

That

Yes I know

I never should have said that

And of many things

That I regret

You know it was never that

Poor man with a rich past

How can he ever regret that

Lots is lost

And in losing a lot found

I still wonder

How come I ever found that

Wish had a little more of it

But then a moment has only a moment

How could I have ever stolen more than that

But I want to tell you

That we shall relive again

After all we all have two lives, don’t we?

Two lives -

One of this

And one of that