Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
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
Old Friends. Lyrics by Paul Simon
Thanks to Nancy Gallimore for the group shot at Tails you Win Farm.