In the quiet corners of our hearts, we keep
The echoes of laughter, the secrets so deep.
With old friends, the stories never end,
Each memory a treasure, each moment a mend.

We wandered through the fields of youth,
Hand in hand, searching for truth.
The days were long, the nights were kind,
Etching memories in the fabric of mind.

When the world grows cold and nights are long,
We find warmth in that dear old song.
The melodies of times gone by,
Bring tears of joy, a gentle sigh.

Though paths may part and years may drift,
The bond we share is a timeless gift.
Old friends and memories, forever near,
In every smile, in every tear.