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 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 park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy.
Old friends,
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears


I was not dreaming..

Thank you for the memories.

8 thoughts on “closure.

  1. 朋友呢,重质不重量。。。 只要有几个知心的,了解你的,陪你哭,陪你笑,那就够了。。 🙂

  2. hey, i’m a little fan of yours from singapore.. found your blog very very meaningful and actually motivated me to start blogging again!
    good luck in everything you do overseas! life is great.. carpe diem 🙂

  3. dear sharon,

    missed your appearance from sg tv. glad to find your blog and learn about you. 🙂
    agree with you.

    friends are parts of our lifes, builds blocks of our memories, shares paths of our journey, pillars of our support, shoulders of our tears and smiles of our laughter.

    take care over there and continue bringing us stories from your side.


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