Old friends bring happy memories, Fond recollection of things past, The laughter and the good times shared, And sorrows, too, they helped me bear. Even the memories of griefs are sweet When one recalls the tender care Of friends, who wiped the tears away, And hugged, consoled, and understood.
A day spent with old friends,
Reminiscing on the past,
Is such a treat, a golden holiday,
Means more to me than trips to far-off lands Like Isles of Greece,
Or down the Danube or the Nile,
Or watching tigers in the wild
Of savage Africa.
I would rather take the train,
Travel to a far-flung suburb of my city, And meet old friends for coffee and a chat, Than take the road to Rome.