The songs they were singing from the golden days of our spring. When laughter rang out from those old friend of mine. <br /> <br />Where have they gone in the passing of time, and where are they now those old friends of mine. <br /> <br />The years have clouded the memories of them. The grey hairs are showing, how long has it been? <br /> <br />Oh where did they go? The friends of my youth. The flames of a young life and the passions we knew. <br /> <br />The days are shorter. Life still goes on. Our children are playing like we used to do. <br /> <br />Will they remember the friends of their youth when they get our age in their September song? <br /> <br />Oh where have they now those old friends of mine? <br /> <br /> <br />31 Dec 1995<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-friends-of-mine/
