Facebook friends are getting younger
‘Cause it’s their childhood I remember
That skinny kid on our school-bus
Was teased but never made a fuss
A square peg in a rounded hole
Taunting could have bruised his soul
But he grew up and l heard tell
He’d married and they’d managed well

His profile pic shows wear and tear
And aging’s greyed my new friend’s hair

An image looms inside my head
Of his father- now long dead
The darkroom way back in my brain
Develops ancient film again…
I was a child- they were our neighbors
We’d visit when the kids were babies
The mother laughed and joked and swore
The father’s words were just ignored

I heard he had a goodly life
After he divorced his wife.