Old Friends
Old Friends (Paul Simon) in my humble opinion, is one of the better written songs of the last forty years. it tugs on something inside of me...makes me feel both glad and sad. anyway, i stayed up into the wee hours of the morning last night with a dear friend. we talked about hope and sorrow; despair and redemption; but most importantly of all, we talked about ourselves. and i mean really talked.
there is something mysterious about deciding to be exposed and honest with another human. it keeps us sensitive and alive.
This song repeated itself in my mind last night as we talked, and it made me wonder how we will change over the years. i hope some things stay the same. well. here's to old friends.
Old 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 the trees
Settle like dust
On the shoulders
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 same fear...
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do you know what that picture makes me think of??
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