Old friends old friends
Sat on a park bench like bookens
Newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes of the old friends
Old friend old friend
Winter companions
The old men lost in their overcoats
Waiting for the sunset
Can you imagine us
Years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends
Old friend
Memories 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