I’m too old for new friends. But that ain’t so bad.
Because the friends that I have,
Are the best that I’ve had.
In times of good fortune,
In times of despair,
It’s never been questioned
As to which ones would care.
They are men of conviction,
Sometimes stubborn and raw,
But with a loyalty to one another that is something to awe,
In its faith, in its truth its a love that runs deep.
Different than some others in our lives, because each other…we keep.
For richer or poorer, in sickness and health, till death do us part, these vows of friendship…are the true amounts of wealth.
And while we’ve lost some friends along the way, who they were to us lingers and stays.
In our jokes and our stories, and our “remember that time…”
We still sip their memories , like good glasses of wine.
Our lives have had triumphs, stumbles and falls; victories and failures we’ve weathered them all.
A family if you will, that I do not take for granted,
With roots that run deep from which they were planted.
Yeah…I’m too old for new friends, but that ain’t so bad. Because the friends that I have…are the best that I’ve had.
