Old friends

Is it just me or is it becoming increasingly difficult to make new friends? As we get dangerously close to the two digits, most people my age dread, are we just becoming more and more anti-social??…. until the mid-life crisis hits and we realize damn! I’ve prolly lived half my life without having done anything meaningful and then scramble to get our act together….. I wonder what it takes. What it takes to make new friends, to be more social, to procrastinate less, to contribute, to actually do something??? I know these are all probably not connected, but my mind’s been wandering and maybe that mid-life thingy is happening a lil early for me…. maybe it’s been lurking for the last couple years…. the efforts at making new friends and at contributing to the world have been on for a while now…. there are some teeny-tiny results too, but nothing to be proud of.
A’rite…. so being more social…. what does it take??? Uh, before I even get there….. a few years back I didn’t think I would even be saying this some day…. it came naturally to me then… and now the only thing that comes naturally is the comfort with old friends and something just the opposite with anyone new. Why?? Why is to so easy to talk to coworkers, but not to prolly the same people outside of work? Yeah… we are older now, our ideas are more firm and they don’t allow much wiggle room but some casual social chatter shouldn’t be a threat, yes? … no?

Oh well…. so it was a day of reflection and memory brushed the same years as I found comfort in talking to my old friends.

Old friends
– Paul Simon
Old friends,
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends.
A newspaper blown though the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends.

Old friends,
Winter companions,
The old men
Lost in their overcoats,
Waiting for the sunset.
The sounds of the city,
Sifting through trees,
Settle like dust
On the shoulders
Of the old friends.

Can you imagine us
Years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy.
Old friends,
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears.

One thought on “Old friends

  1. I've had similar thoughts on many occasions, and have concluded that our perspective, opinions, interests, friends, whatever — everything is a moving target. Sometimes we try to hold onto them for dear life. Sometimes we think we want to hold onto them, but in reality, we've given it all up. How often have you found yourself yearning for those old times, yet ask yourself to drop everything for a moment to relive some of those moments, and you'll probably wonder whether you really meant it after all.

    Everything is a moving target, that's all there is to it. Just live for the moment 🙂


Comments are closed.