Friends of Mine

Not much I love more, than a pleasant hand

Who lends to enemies, more so than friends

Let it show the sappy moon shines

On the sunny, lovely, forgiving critters I call

Friends of mine, and Oh

So sunny the smiles of time, who gives

A pleasantly forgetful hand, to these

Young, jolly, fun creatures, I call

Friends of mine

And sadly my friends, who are a levity to mankind

Whose youth and jolly fun, I’d always remind

Cannot find time to be the old friends of mine

Those friends of mine, sunny, lovely, the forgiving kind

Young, jolly, and fun, I come to find,

Are the friends of adolescence, they’ve run and hide

In the happy thoughts, somewhere in the adult mind

Time, where have you taken my friends—

Those friends of mine? Who forever shine,

In my adult, boorish, and saddest state of mind