when you meet an old friend,
you talk of days gone bye,
it brack many memories,
it even brings a sigh.
tis like the ripples in a pool,
into which a stones been thrown,
as the ripples go rushing outwards,
so our memories have grown,
and as you think of bye gone days,
the smiles,the pain the tears,
youll realise how the scars have healed,
through all the changing years.