It’s said that you can’t turn back time
I know that’s just not true
Get us all in the same room again
and the clock spins back to ’92.
Every one with our own journey
With different lives to lead
We don’t abide in each other’s pockets
There’s simply not the need
When we chance upon each other
When a friendly face walks through the door
A flame is reignited
that burns as bright as thirty years before
Some friendships last forever
Whilst others fall away
You gorgeous folk will stay with me,
I’m certain, ’til my dying day
Poetry for Dullards 