NOW AND THEN
Then we were stangers,
Sitting on a cold bus seat.
Now we are women,
That the world is trying to defeat.
Then we were 6 school girls,
Arriving with gossip to tell.
Now we are acquaintances,
And your making my life hell.
Then we were best friends,
We thought nothing could break us up.
Now we are breaking apart,
And you're blaming it on me.
Bec Spence, 2001
Copyright © 2001, Bec Spence