Come to your mind at different times,
They rest in memories, thought of in a moment.
Some are here, closer than you know,
Scattered like the wind, they are everywhere.
Those we may find, lucky to have them around,
We find that they have changed in so many ways.
Hold onto yesterday and the faces of our friends,
Once in a while a surprise from a voice never thought would be.
Old friends, ghosts in the traveling wind, do they live?
Are they around the corner, do they pass you by without notice?
Wherever you may be, just know that I think of you,
As for you, I may never be a thought again as you move ahead,
Old friends can be the best, old friends may they be at rest.