What happened
To the eight of Us?
Why are there
So few left to trust?
The first one went,
No one knew for sure why.
It seemed another one of us was the reason,
Though it was denied.
The second one left,
Greener pastures he’d found.
But did that mean he had to quit,
This friendship sound?
The third went too,
His pride being hurt,
Another one of Us was the cause,
This thought did in that person’s mind lurk.
The fourth had
News horizons to explore,
But he’s not really gone;
The hope is that he’ll stick around some more.
The fifth left too,
On a bad note,
Sad though it is,
One of us had yet again rocked the boat.
That leaves just three,
Who need to adjust;
Look beyond the friendships,
Which have turned to dust.
If so many have left
Because of each other,
It may seem like
They’re not meant to be together.
But that is untrue,
For if one leaves due to the other,
The remaining will
Still worry and bother.
But there’ll never be eight again,
And it’s certainly not just,
That now there are only three,
Instead of eight of Us.
