Old Friends

[lonefridaynight]

Yesterday I saw three old friends
We talked of the places we've been
The first and I talked of times past
and how we wish that it all would last
but each must move on his way

The second and I talked of God
and all of the things wrong in the world
How he wished that earth would be pure
and that All would be soon, he was sure
but each must move on his way

The third and I talked of to come
and all of the places that we each have known
and how he wished that the times had been more
that I had come and knocked on his door
but each must move on his way

I sat then that night
and talked to myself
of all of the things I could not forget
and I wondered what was to come of it all
where would I be when the leaves began to fall
I prayed and I waited and heard no reply
I'll find it all some day
but each must move on his way

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