Old Friends

Just had an email today from an old uni friend and it reminded me that I've been a bit lousy at keeping in touch. It's amazing how quickly you move on when you change location especially moving countries.
Anyway the title of this post is also the title of a Simon and Garfunkel song and a friend and I have been trying to mention as many as possible this year as and when they crop up in conversation so here is my first excuse to put one my blog.

Old friends, 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
Settles 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

If anyone wants to give me an excuse to use another one feel free.