Old Friend

Seeing an old friend is like a shot of life in your arm It rejuvenates the soul To remember ones past, to relive the old days. Then you realize how much you've changed Your morals, thoughts and life Sometimes it is for the better, sometimes for the worse But you have changed Like the tree who in the fall loses it's leaves Then in the spring gains new ones, The leaves are different As is the case with you Then you wonder was that me or just a dream Oh how it is good to see an old friend