Old Friends

Simon & Garfunkel

   Old friends old friends
   sat on their park bench like bookends.
   a newspaper blown through the grass
   falls on the round toes
   on 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 park bench quietly
   how terribly strange to be seventy
   old friends memory brushes the same   years
   silently sharing the same fears ...