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After 48 Years of Marriage, the Ol' Girl is Still Swooning

Old friends, old friends,

Sat on their parkbench like bookends

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 sifting through

trees, settle like dust on the shoulders

of the Old Friends.


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

of Simon & Garfunkle

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Taken on August 14, 2008