In the golden light of yesteryears,
We danced beneath the whispering trees,
Old friends, whose laughter still lingers,
In the corridors of memory’s breeze.

Through winding paths of shared stories,
Our voices meld in silent song,
Echoes that the heart still carries,
Binding threads where we belong.

Time may weave its gentle distance,
Yet the warmth never fades,
In sepia-toned remembrance,
Our friendship’s tapestry is laid.

So here’s to moments, lost yet cherished,
To bonds that time cannot sever,
Old friends, in hearts forever nourished,
In the embrace of memories, together.