My long best friend and nemesis

Whom I have loved for many years –

But who a fickle heart displays

To tease me as she does —

Through long depression, years of hurt,

She’d touch me when I would touch her;

And I would like to think that, still,

It is the way it ever was

The decades go, my long best friend:

The tunes we think will never end

They leave our fingers and our ears

And melt into the wilting years

And loyalty goes unremarked

Until at last, it all goes

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