Probably the first of several

You Moved On

You were my fullback, I was your keeper
just a few shots, each game was a sleeper
left `em weeping, waltzing away with the win

Power forwards, rebounding, blocking
on the floorboards, shooting and rocking
to the rhythm of high school hoops with my friend

and on the diamonds all across town
racking runs up and gunning `em down
it was a good year I never wanted to end

you built me up
you cheered me up
then you moved on ahead of me...

a few years later we were at it again
making movies, mixing songs with my friend
so much to learn, so much you already knew

you were patient, willing to teach
never cutting or trying to preach
you were a hero though I wasn't aware of the truth

you built me up
you cheered me up
then you moved on ahead of me...

decades passed...
children grew...
then your dad moved on ahead of you...

then you came back larger than life
same old humor - sharp as a knife -
a deeper faith, anchored in something secure

oh, how you helped out - late in the night
pushing, prodding, getting it right
trying to fashion something that just might endure

you built me up
you cheered me up
then you moved on ahead of me...

this time you can't return
but there's one thing I've learned
you moved on to lead the way for me.

c. 11/18/2009 by Bob Young