I wrote this song for my banjo teacher, Rick Neeley, who passed away

Last time I saw
you I was too
busy to talk
How many times
Did I pass you by
And not meet your eye
Now I will only
Frail like you taught me
I'll think of you
Where did it go?
I needed a chance
To say hello
Now it's too late
But I just learned
We are the same
End of the road
For some just the start
You left a song in my heart