We are not
friends
Just
strangers with memories
Of times
gone by
In the blink
of an eye
As we held
hands
On this park
bench
The world
was simple
Touchscreens
were far away
And the
spider hadn't come yet
To spin the
world wide web
And now,
when all this has happened
We have changed
Oh how
strange to be forty
Sitting on
the same bench
But growing
old with you
Just isn't
the same
The Bilge Master
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