On My Friends Over There

It has been more than two decades since I've seen them my friends over there So much in common with them I had to share Like me they are ageing perhaps looking gray I might feel a stranger in Millstreet today. Though in times of nostalgia for old friendships I pine Their love for the Homeplace much greater than mine I drank in the pub with them and with them played football The past may be gone but the past we recall. The past it is gone for the past why waste tears My friends over there I've not seen them for years I knew them when they were enjoying their life's prime They would have changed as people we all change in time Perhaps them I am never more for to see My friends over there must be ageing like me Time does not wait on us as a wise one did say And the clock on our lives it keeps ticking away.