Old Friends

The faces of old friends

grow dearer with each passing year

Every wrinkle a trace of their joy

and sorrow

a reminder of the fragility of life

bittersweet

Precious and dear

the ones we love

Each grey hair adds to their beauty

for time adds to the treasure house of memories

we share with them–

they are ever more familiar

and beloved

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