As you grow older, they fade into oblivion
The friends you once revered,
The company you once adored,
Like flowers they fade and fall by the way side
You go through life alone
And no one cares to know
Your pains they cannot share
And the trouble they cannot feel
As you grow older,
Their motives become clearer
Yesterday's fondness dissipates
Time has conquered their love
And you are left alone
With memories of lies
The lie of friendship
Mocked by time
Very nicely explained. With growing age, we start losing our childhood friends and that's a fact. Thanks.
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A refined poetic imagination, Macaulay. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.