I was fifteen when this came out and I cried for an hour after - TopicsExpress



          

I was fifteen when this came out and I cried for an hour after listening to it. It has the same effect today. I dedicate this to our mothers, Mal and Shirley. 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...--Paul Simon Bookends Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories Theyre all thats left you.--Paul Simon https://youtube/watch?v=Ul2hSba5pOs
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 14:33:35 +0000

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