I Think About Them

I think about them a few times every day And though from me in distance they live far away The friends of my past to my thoughts ever near Their faces I see and their voices I hear. Our separate ways in life we may have gone But fond memories of them with me sure to live on Till the Reaper of lives claim the life's breath from me On some future date whenever that be. Friendships are hard to build why otherwise pretend And every day of your life you won't gain a new friend And joy comes with each memory of a beloved face In the mind for old friends there is always a place. Though in distance they do live a long way from here And I have not seen them for many a year From my thoughts they do not live that far away I think about them a few times every day.