Old times with old friends forever remain
Close to my heart in my life's refrain
The smile on your dial can't subside
And I take and look back with a sense of pride
Where would I have been if not for them
As a crutch in the bad times I don't pretend
The twilight time means reflection for me now
I remember them all and they deserve a bow.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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