In the twilight of forgotten days,
Old friends linger in the shadows,
Where laughter once etched its mark,
Now whispers echo through the heart.
Beneath the canopy of shared dreams,
Stories unfold in silent reverie,
Time may weather the vibrant hues,
Yet bonds remain steadfast and true.
Through the corridors of memory,
We wander paths of youthful grace,
Each step a dance with fleeting time,
A tapestry woven with threads of gold.
Though distance may cast its veil,
The spirit of yesteryears remains,
Old friends, like stars, eternal and bright,
Guiding us through the endless night.