OL' BUDDY

My old friend is back again
  reminding me each day
  of how careless I have been
  in youth now gone away

He has been around so long
  when he 's gone, it feels just wrong
  his presence here by day and night
  somehow seems just,  and even right

I'm reminded of the times when I
  thought hurt was just for others
  and was destined to pass me by
  for sons of other mothers

Each time he calls and I respond
  with grimace,limp, or frown
  driving home how often I
  have let my body down

So now I'll pass remaining years
  come sun, or snow, or rain
  for ever in the company of
  my old companion, pain