A newspaper blown through the grass on Falls 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 sevent
Old friends, memory brushes the same years, Silently sharing the same fears
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