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Old Friends of Mine
What’ve you been up to? My God it’s been years! You haven’t aged a bit!
I remember the time, what was his name? You still have that sense of wit!
Things you might hear or catch yourself saying, meeting with friends long astray
I thought to myself as in bed I was laying, what would my word be to you today?
Well friends it’s been years since we rocked this little town
Our lives travelled left and right, we all had ups and down
But you never left my life, no matter if not in sight, even though we did not talk
See those years lived on in stories I told my son since before he could walk
From time to time, in tears of sorrow; especially though to share in laughter
Those yesterdays will always see tomorrow, our love lives ever after
So here’s to you friends, and thanks for then, those memories mean so much
But this time let’s vow to meet again, and never fall out of touch!
Tim Windisch
12/16/2014
By Tim WindischOld Friends of Mine
What’ve you been up to? My God it’s been years! You haven’t aged a bit!
I remember the time, what was his name? You still have that sense of wit!
Things you might hear or catch yourself saying, meeting with friends long astray
I thought to myself as in bed I was laying, what would my word be to you today?
Well friends it’s been years since we rocked this little town
Our lives travelled left and right, we all had ups and down
But you never left my life, no matter if not in sight, even though we did not talk
See those years lived on in stories I told my son since before he could walk
From time to time, in tears of sorrow; especially though to share in laughter
Those yesterdays will always see tomorrow, our love lives ever after
So here’s to you friends, and thanks for then, those memories mean so much
But this time let’s vow to meet again, and never fall out of touch!
Tim Windisch
12/16/2014