Stupidly in my nostalgia I say.
The three witches we played
“double double toil and trouble
fire burn and cauldron bubble’
‘when Birnam woods come to Dunsidane'
‘no man born of woman shall harm Macbeth’
and some other inane mumbling

Stupidly in my nostalgia- that day
I remember we spoke of intertwined futures
We three wanted to be lawyers (though not all at once)
We believed, foretold and prophesized

Stupidly in my nostalgia I say,
It so happened we went our separate ways
But all clung fast to the dream
All three now students of law
In different jurisdictions
Across seas
UK, US and home sweet home-Trinbago

Perhaps not so stupidly in my nostalgia,
I dare say
We all remain friends to this very day
AKK, MSD and I bet they won’t forget good ol’ ACMG