Old friends- Simon and Garfunkle


Old friends
Old friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
Newspaper blowin' through the grass falls on the round toes, 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 form today, sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be 70
Old friends
Mellowly brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears


Time it was, oh 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.



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