Five minutes in any direction,
Walking at my slowest pace,
Yet our differing institutions
Mean I never see familiar faces…
We all grew up together,
Hours were spent playing ball,
Once joined paths are severed,
Friendships take the fall…
Five of us are split by life’s path,
At different stages of our existence,
Will we even see each others epitaphs?
Only with continued persistence,
It all seems so crass
To pronounce our demise,
Yet our part in a divided class
Means, one-by-one, old friendships die…
It used to be everyday
That we spent together in rain and sun,
Now our being is in dismay,
Each other, we shun and shun…
The learning and the alcohol
Have become more important than us,
Salvation is an order too tall
To be asked of those who in blindness they trust…
Five of us are split by life’s path,
At different stages of our existence,
Will we even see each others epitaphs?
Only with continued persistence,
It all seems so crass
To pronounce our demise,
Yet our part in a divided class
Means, one-by-one, old friendships die…
I live so close,
Yet so far away,
These are the paths we chose,
Now we live each day…
In ignorance of what we once had,
Looking back is standing still,
A future with no us is so sad,
A void exists which can’t be filled…
Five of us are split by life’s path,
At different stages of our existence,
Will we even see each others epitaphs?
Only with continued persistence,
It all seems so crass
To pronounce our demise,
Yet our part in a divided class
Means, one-by-one, old friendships die…
Old friendships die…
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