In the echoes of laughter, where time gently fades,
We find the warmth of days, in old friends’ shades.
Through the corridors of memory, we wander and roam,
In their presence, we find a timeless home.
The stories we crafted, like threads interwoven,
In the tapestry of life, where bonds are proven.
With each shared secret and whispered dream,
Old friends remain the heart’s brightest beam.
The distance may stretch, like the endless skies,
Yet in the heart’s chamber, no friendship dies.
Seasons may change, yet the spirit stays true,
Old friends are the roots from which we grew.
Through the labyrinth of years, we bravely stride,
With old friends beside us, our constant guide.
In the silent moments, their presence we find,
Old friends, forever, in heart and mind.