Old Friends

Old friends
Old friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blowin' through the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friendsOld 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 friendsCan you imagine us years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be seventyOld friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fearA time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence
A time of confidencesLong ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you