By Don Ray Williams
January 29, 2015
Here I sit, listening to old music and reminiscing.
Thinking of times gone by and old friends that are missing.
When we were young, we thought that we would all live forever,
We thought that we were invincible and would always be together.
And now as we get older, we start to notice that there are fewer of us around.
Old friends are disappearing, no longer to be found.
Second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour, and day by day,
Winter followed by Spring then summer and autumn, time unnoticed, slips away.
Today I shed more than a tear as I considered the time that I’ve lived.
Touched by many and while they’re gone, the memories they left me were truly a gift.