Beyond the good old days.

That Sunday
it came
once a year
I always thought
it was ages away
but slowly it grew near

the one Sunday
brought us all
back yet again
this had been going on
for a few years now
us group of ten

such a group of friends
from a young age
we never thought we'd seperate
but when we did
Sophie gave the call
I guess it was simply fate

so despite the wind
despite the rain
every year we still came
ever year with more stories
we were a bit different
but still mostly the same

we met at the park
at precisely
10 O'clock
none of us were ever late
we put the rug down
beside the rock

put out all the food
and began the picnic
all telling our news
I knew that these people
always were
the friends I would never lose