Old friends
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
On the high shoes
Of the old friends

Old friends
Winter companions
The old men
Lost in their 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

Time it was
And what a time it was
It was . . .
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 you

Old Friends. Paul Simon

Who knows where life will take us? We can only know where we are and where we have been.

And this is what I know. I am where I am because of the family I have and the friends I have enjoyed all my life.

We are moving on to a new chapter in life. Yet the friends I have are why I’ve had an amazing life and why they will always be close to my heart no matter the distance that separates us.

I don’t have to say the names…you know who you are.

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