Beneath the shade of ancient trees,
Our laughter echoed through the breeze.
The days of youth, so bright and clear,
Are now but whispers we hold dear.

With every sunset, we recall
The moments shared, the rise, the fall.
Though time has flown, our hearts still bind,
To memories that never unwind.

Faces change and footsteps wane,
Yet in our minds, they still remain.
Those golden days of yesteryears,
Are painted with both joy and tears.

Old friends we cherish, never gone,
Their spirits linger, forever strong.
In every laugh and every sigh,
They live within, they never die.