An old friend and I spoke
A few minutes, they passed by,
It was then I suddenly realized
Our friendship was a lie.
Two months here, three months there
So ever far between
We spoke in muted tongues
Our apathy felt yet not seen.
How much life had we invested
By each other’s side-
Hours a day, days a month, months a year,
Our hearts were open wide.
But now our calm and cool demeanor
Hides the ugly truth
We forgot the best of times
And forgot our fleeting youth.
Now grown up and slaves
To the corporate man,
I am so ashamed to admit
I have forgotten who I am.
I want the cool and easy drive
Down the ocean shore,
I want our games of H-O-R-S-E,
I want our stupid jokes,
I want our hours of wasted TV,
I want our shared struggles,
I want it all.
But times have changed
And though I want
Many things of the past,
I do realize, my fair-weathered friend,
We were not made to last.
- 9/28/10, MR
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