Not For Keith - Peter Hammill

Not For Keith - Peter Hammill
In Germany
His days finally caught him
I won't insult his memory with
Long distance grief
Tears and wakes weren't his style
Not him
Not for keith
He'd have laughed in my face if he saw it
Get mournful
He'd pull me up short and say life carries on
In that gentle way of being cruelly scornful
Now he's gone
I want to see it all and eat it
Was as close to ethos as he came
Though he knew he couldn't beat it
Never gave of himself anything less than best
In the game
Oh one of the game
I never did say I never quite found time
He taught me a lot
And I carry it still
Never thanked at all for his friendship
And now I never will
Diaries we write
Are those we crave for
We never put the p s at the foot of
The final page
He deserved more time
But he never was made for
Middle age
Middle age
Not for middle age
Not for Keith