The last meeting
Was a teary parting two decades ago
The joys leaving school called
The promises of tomorrow beckoned
Each went to their own
To make bread with the grain given
Today she bumps into her in town
Her life seems like a rainbow
Complete with that pot of gold
A thriving business for her work
A wealthy hunk for her husband
A life in HD
She, not so much, she muses
She hasn’t had much colour
Single mother, runaway dad
Struggling to make ends meet
It seems she’s been given a raw deal
A life in black and white
They are pretend they’re happy to see each other
They secretly eye each other enviously
Each wants what the other has
A son for one, a husband for the other
Oh, but they have a lot more in common
They both cry themselves each night to sleep
