The Cycle Of Friendship (Part 2/3)

Drink with me to days gone by

When I grew up, with a cycle of friends

I lost a lot, a' rarely made new ones

I gained a lot of acquaintance, 
Some came and went and left a mark
Some came and went and left no impression

Some got so close, close for bond 

Close enough to be called friends,

 But fell on the final hurdle, of what it takes

Some always had a sense of threat 
But  with such beautiful teeth 
Crocodile smiles to delight before a big bite 

Drink with me to days gone by 
When all I knew was bliss 
Young and the innocence of life