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Lchaim

We may rise
A glass together
Toasting to the
Recklessness of our youth

The bourbon helps
Make it all so clear
As I have not seen
You in years

I drink yours and mine
When we get together the third day of each year
Daily your memory haunts me
Motivating me through guilt

Why did you
Do it
Why would you choice
Your own life over mine

I thought
You were my friend
How could you leave
That pressure on me

Each day I work and toil
Every breath a miracle
Not wanting to disrespect
The gift you gave me

I like to think
Had things been reversed
I would have done
The same for you
If you would have let me

Now tell me - how
Do I have the courage
after all these years
To tell your son and wife
You choice me over them