They used to be my friends in a bygone day
Till in our thinkng we drifted apart or it does seem this way
So little in common we now have to share
In human relationships such things are not rare
I only have memories of how things used to be
They do look at life now quite different to me
My friends of the past are not my friends today
Suppose this is life as some do like to say
No long chats nowadays with them when we do meet
Just a hello in passing on the park or the street
Apart in our ways it would seem we have grown
With them and with me it is to each their own
Though none of them ever did become my foe
Our friendship did die many Seasons ago.
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