Old Friends

"Old Friends 
Old Friends 
Sat on their park bench like bookends 
Newspaper blowin' through the grass 
Falls on the round toes 
Of the high shoes 
Of the old friends 

Old Friends 
Winter companions the old men 
Lost in thier overcoats 
Waiting for the sunset 
The sounds of the city sifting through trees 
Settle like dust 
On the shoulders of the old friends 

Can you imagine us years from today 
Sharing a park bench quietly? 
How terribly strange to be seventy... 

Old Friends 
Memory brushes the same years 
Silently sharing the same fear 

A time it was 
It was a time 
A time of innocence 
A time of confidences 

Long ago it must be 
I have a photograph 
Preserve your memories 
They're all that's left of you"- Simon Garfunkel

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