Old Friends

Memories long gone, Though I miss my old friends, When I meet them again, Their memory of me has ends. We used to laugh and sing, Share our stories and dreams, But when we meet again, We can no longer knit our seams. Though it brings me down, The feeling of being forgotten, Looking back to those times, My heart has been smoten. My sadness rises, When I consider it more, But when I remember the memories, IT's a feeling I can adore. As friends come and go, Through life we strive, My old friends may be gone, But I will always be alive.