old friends

• paul simon baslar:
  
  old friends, old friends
  sat on their park bench 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 sun set
  the sounds of the city sifting through tree
  settle like dust on the shoulders
  of the old friends
  
  art garfunkel girer:
  
  can you imagine us years from today
  sharing a park bench quietly
  how terribly strange to be seventy
  
  ve simdi hep beraber:
  
  old friends
  memory brushes the same years
  silently sharing the same fear