Seated round the rounder tables
Singing songs narrating fables
Sharing secrets, laughing, crying
Teasing talking walking flying.
While in their hearts, despair grew
As imminent separation slowly brew.
The pretty, little girl, and the smarter one
The shy, big guy and the taller one
The rowdy jerk, and his quieter buddy
The boyish girl with her shoes really muddy
The guy who always had his nose in a book
The boy who'd never really cared for looks
The best striker of their school team
The girl who kept them ripped to the seams
The two love-doves who never left hands
The three hot girls who played in the band
This group of friends (which stays unnamed)
Sharing laughter, food and games.
Poking fun, selfies snapped
Made some jokes, and codes were cracked.
Teachers mocked, singers praised.
Talking how well Messi had played.
Teasing the guy who never bathed
Mocking the striker that he shouldn't have played
Pulling the book from under the guy's nose
Trying to get the lovers to not sit so close
On the face, the mirth that sits
In the heart, it lives in pits.
Happy as happy they could be,
They knew there would come a time to leave.
They shared the past and memories through
Doubted if they had any future too.
All good things must come to an end.
The road of life is beset with bends.
And though it seems to be full of fun,
Life has a limit under the sun.
People come and people go.
Some change us forever so.
A chance to be happy, we should never miss,
Nobody knows when the last goodbye is...
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