Old friends

For International Friendship Day, I thought I would share this Simon and Garfunkel memory from the days when I could never imagine being seventy, which is now not all that far away.

Old friends, old friends sat on their park bench like bookends.
A newspaper blowin' 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 sun.
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles 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 fears...

Old friends ...

Paul Simon

1968