What the Old Saw

Time brings perspective; I'm glad I'm not 20.
No, time does not heal; some scars are worth plenty.
Yes, life is worth living, so long as you last.
Live life while you can; dwell not in the past.

In time gone by, when I was so young,
A song I remember, that ever was sung.
It spoke of friends, both the new and the old,
It claimed one kind is Silver, and one kind is Gold.

As I turn silver, and stay in the fold,
I treasure my friendships, both new and the old.
The new ones are silver, intense is the flame,
The old friends I treasure, and call them by name.

One friendship is silent, yet does it remain,
She will I remember, friends in our domain.
But when I remember, the tears come again,
In one hand is tissue, the other the pen.

I miss her.

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