It was the beginning of a cool fall evening and any trace of the warm sun had expired with the day. Tonight, he was attending his final meeting with his peers whom he had shared the past 3 years with sitting in groups, disclosing personal secrets and building friendships with.
He saw faces he had not seen in a while and a smile broke across his face. He was reminded of these people, his people, where common ground was shared.
Once we leave this room tonight I may never see them again. It wasn't depressing, it just was. Being part of a moment that serves as a sign to back your bags, your out of the house! Go forth and make something of yourself!
Time it was, and what a time, it was!
Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blowin' 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 sun
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
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, they're all that's left you
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