The Circle of Life
Starting with a point on a page
Traveling through many arcs
The unbroken line of a circle
Hits upon things and leaves its mark
It began with a bottle thrown at a mirror
It seemingly ends with an expensive car crash
Any hopes of further fun and adventures
Would appear to be permanently dashed
The stopping points along the perimeter
Give the circle its value and worth
There have been some moments of sadness
Some of happiness and great mirth
Whether it be retractable office walls
Or the death of someone dearly loved
As long as they have each other
All is right in heaven above
There are two hours left
For House and Wilson's story to be told
The past hours with them are like silver
The remaining are like gold
A friendship so deep and abiding
Is a treasure quite hard to attain
Much will be written in the coming years
But we shall never see their like again