Old Friends
Simon And Garfunkel
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Famj7Old 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
sunset. The
sounds of the
city, sifting
through
trees, settle like
dust on the
shoulder 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