The
circle of friends
In
the village once I came
The
youth of the time
The
voices of the young
The
games that we enjoyed
The
rocket, the marbles and fighting fishes
The
kite flying and chasing fallen ones
The
rushing into a focus
The
gangs that were
The
police came to arrest
The
circle of friends
Slowly
all disappeared
Thinking
back it was the youth
The
years of trying to be independent
The
girls that we could imagine
In
the glossy covers of magazines
The
youth of care free years
Nothing
to worry about finding money
We
were happy running around
In
the village before developments came
The
circle of friends
Each
gone to separate way
When
the village was redeveloped
The
footprints only stay in memory
The
circle of friends
Nothing
was heard of them
They
are the ghosts in memory
In
the village where we came
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