Friendships and Chatgroups

It will all soon be over Your great conversations The exchange of good mornings And good nights The next month you'd be pretending Wearing polite smiles And in your head, you'd play memories But you have nothing against time No power against the future No chance against yourselves Moreover that our generation's Been groomed to outlive itself There'd be too much schoolwork And not enough fun There'd be be a new group to talk with And your words will be forgotten but not gone And yet you still continue As if your life together goes on As if you'd all walk together in the same room And not as changed individuals Strange is a friendship Brought by chances By struggles by grief And if it the bond withstands Time and ambitions How stranger modern friendships Would be? t. h.