We've gathered here in pictures for you both,
There's nothing wrong with being left alone
It's all a part of friendship's natural growth,
We grow and then we change and then we're stone.
We've got a little smile for you as well,
We mentioned you in passing just a bit,
But of ourselves we have so much to tell,
It's hard remembering the old misfit.
It's funny how things change so gradually,
The summer slides to autumn then it's cold,
And winter beckons all so constantly,
The next we know we're all just grey and old.
It doesn't really matter being last,
When life's a funny thing lived in the past.