Old friends, old friends
Sat on their park bench like book ends
A newspaper blown 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 sunset
The sounds of the city sift through the trees
Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
Old friends, memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear

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