Three high school friends
Are married in the past two months.
Another not-too-close a pal
Whose sight, years ago, titillated many a gal,
Holds aloft on FB a kid a month old.
Round and round, old friends
Repetitively at wedding houses meet
And the same comic faces — except for one or two —
Repeatingly acknowledge; greet. Today’s jovial wellwisher
Tomorrow’s solemn groom with a bride
Who, in all times and in all moods,
By their common happiness vouch to bide.
So, one by one, the bachelors die, as others
Their approaching wedding, by association, see
And talk to no-longer brothers to be the old brothers’ talk.