Old friend I miss you.
Many waters have passed,
Beneath the bridge of our lives.
So many days have elapsed,
Without hearing a note, a laugh.
Could it be the old adage?
Out of sight out of mind.
Many years have rolled by,
I wonder who it is with you.
Are you happy now with all,
Or do you sometimes miss me ?
Many wrongs confused with rights,
Who the devil knows the truth ?
Better we just leave the past,
To wilt as a flower leaves spring.
Better we would know once more,
The joy we knew in friendship.