You've Grown Away Poem by Pierre Rausch

That's great, I've the hang of it
So we thought we might start out
You were playing the game too
There would be no point
No I suppose, you've grown away
Too busy plotting the morrow
The skater in the classroom had to be
Anything, rather then falling into
A glance and a smile as she had on the
photograph
Now you're just feeding me lines
Knowing the family secret before I did
With the light on the floor
Chorus 2*
Interlude
The evening was a surprising success
Two lads making their own way
Like me making eyes like a sheep
Blinking happily into the carriages
Chorus