The songs they were singing from the golden days of our spring. When laughter rang out from those old friend of mine.
Where have they gone in the passing of time, and where are they now those old friends of mine.
The years have clouded the memories of them. The grey hairs are showing, how long has it been?
Oh where did they go? The friends of my youth. The flames of a young life and the passions we knew.
The days are shorter. Life still goes on. Our children are playing like we used to do.
Will they remember the friends of their youth when they get our age in their September song?
Oh where have they now those old friends of mine?
31 Dec 1995
Really enjoyed this one David, I can so identify with your words. I found one of mine of fifty years ago in Melbourne OZ we have yet to meet but keep in touch. who knows one day?
Great poem david... Yes where do all your friends go..? 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really enjoyed this one David, I can so identify with your words. I found one of mine of fifty years ago in Melbourne OZ we have yet to meet but keep in touch. who knows one day?