Old Friends

Susanna, Jane, Bob and me. Some of us 'older' friends than others.

Susanna, Jane, Bob and me. Some of us ‘older’ friends than others.

Old friends, old friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blown 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 their overcoats, waiting for the sun
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 fears

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

Simon and Garfunkel

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About mneset

Writer, Traveler, Director/North Fourth Art Center

Posted on March 23, 2014, in Living LIFE. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Simon and Garfunkel knew what they were talking/singing about….are they still friends? What else is there besides friends and family? There are many other things that matter: books for you, tv for me, cheese curls for you, cookies for me. Together some shared memories and we always being again just exactly where we left off. Old friends, new friends they are the thread of the fabric of life.

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