Old Friends

Paul Simon

Old Friends,
Old Friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends.
A newspaper blown though 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 sun.
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 park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy.

Old Friends,
Memory brushes the same years.
Silently sharing the same fears.

Time it was and what a time it was,
It was a time of innocence,
A time of confidences.
Long ago it must be,
I have a photograph,
Preserve your memories,
They’re all that’s left you.

Fonte: encarte que acompanha os LPs do álbum duplo The concert in Central Park (1981), de Simon & Garfunkel. Canção originalmente gravada em 1968.