Old Friends at Seventy
Inspired by “Old Friends,” by Simon and Garfunkel
sharing this park bench
Memories of lost time
as poignant as the lyrics
of that grey-headed tune.
I remember you from childhood
nearly as well as I remember myself.
It is the years between I cannot recollect.
All those people that have brushed
our lives seem as incidental
as the minnows that shimmer silently
in the creek we sit beside.
Can you imagine we are happy
in the company of ourselves?
As quietly, we share a seat
on that storied bench,
in the terribly strange
light of our waning days.
I know the song well, and your poem rekindled those memories, so sweetly done.
Thank you. I’m glad you liked it. I’ve been moving words around on that poem for about two years. It’s close. But, I read it today and will probably fiddle with it some more.