We Grow Old/And Our Friends Grow Old With Us Poem by Shalom Freedman

We grow old
And our friends go old with us
And one day
We are all old
And have already known many losses
And all have our hurts and our pains and our worries and our fears
And when we sit and remember and sometimes laugh together
There is a beauty and a sadness in it
Of life gone by
Of what will never be again
Of moments of our minor glory
And great joy
And all and all
The years gone by
And we still here
Unlike so many others we have known
Still here
But for who knows how long?