The Taste of Our Friendship

Under azure skies we eat our apple pies

Our heads buzz with purple fantasies

Romance, diamonds, castles, the world our oyster…

Arm in arm we amble through Oxford Street

Heady with “hot gist” and side-splitting laughter

Flaming fries salt our fingers and burn our tongues

On the underground we sit back and watch ‘This is life’ part one

We envy and fight

Sometimes ties are fraught with spite

But then we remember

That we are in it together

Together we taste tears

And together, we drink of life’s delicious delights

So, whether we stand tall

Or whether we fall flat

We are not alone in this beautiful journey called life