Friday, February 11, 2011

#90 - Old Friends

"Photographs and memories / Christmas cards you sent to me / All that I have are these / To remember you"

I've always liked that old Jim Croce song; it speaks to the melancholy side of me and to the thought of all the people I've let slip out of my life for one reason or another.

Lately, though, I've been struck again by the way in which Facebook has allowed me to get some of these people back into my life, albeit in a smaller and virtual way. It has been wonderful to rediscover people I knew and was close to years ago. I don't know if we'll be as close again, but in some ways that doesn't matter. Reconnecting with them has brought the memories of those earlier times alive again.

Through the years, I used writing - primarily song lyrics - to help me work through and deal with my emotions - joy, sorrow, anger - as well as my doubts and fears. In thinking back to the past shared with some of my new Facebook friends, I find myself so inclined again. I don't claim to be another Cole Porter or even Paul McCartney, but I think the message gets across.

Old Friends
Remember when we were as thick as thieves?
One for all, like Musketeers
But time went by, we went our separate ways
And lost touch with the passing years

My vision may not quite be what it was
But you still seem the same to me
I think of you and time just melts away
As I relive each memory

Old friends
Never really disappear
They live on in head and heart -
We're never far apart -
Their memories I hold dear
Old friends
Just a thought or dream away
When I get to feeling down -
Those old friends gather 'round -
To keep the blues at bay

In a quiet hour, I close my eyes
And travel back to yesterday
I think of those who walked into my life
And walked with me along the way

We only get a moment on this earth
And all too soon the moment's passed
But when I take that trip down Memory Lane
I can make the moment last

Old friends
Never really disappear
They live on in head and heart -
We're never far apart -
Their memories I hold dear
Old friends
Just a thought or dream away
When I get to feeling down -
Those old friends gather 'round -
To keep the blues at bay
February 11, 2011

2 comments:

Stephanie said...

I think the older we get the more sentimental we become. Very well written, Walt. I like it!

Walt said...

Thanks! I've been writing off and on for 35 years. A lot of it is pretty bad, but occasionally I come up with something I'm pretty proud of.