Old Friends...
Sat on their parkbench 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 shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears
By Simon & Garfunkel
Yesterday I picked up a DVD (good buy!) on a live concert (Old Friends: Live on Stage) by Simon and Garfunkel from Gramophone, CentrePoint, Orchard Rd. My wife and I love many of their songs. The opening number is 'Old Friends' and the words are still as meaningful and poignant as when I first heard them. Thought I would share them with you if you have not come across them before. Cheers, my old friends!