OLD FRIEND by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934

Old friend of mine, I am thinking of you and the days of long ago,
I think of the things we used to do and how I loved you so.
I wonder if ever you think of me, so many miles out here,
And smile or sigh as thee though right be and wish that I were near?
	Old Friend of Mine.

Do you think of the olden, golden days when we met with a friendly smile,
How you clasped my hand and held it tight, loving me all the while,
And I love you too, Old Friend of Mine, though the miles are for to you,
Do you think of me at the twilight hour? I know you do.
	Old Friend of Mine.

Old Friend of Mine, when we meet again, it will seem but as a day,
That I clasped your hand and smiles in your eyes in the dear familiar way,
We’ll forget the years that lie between and talk of our youth so sweet,
When love was young and the sky was blue and the world was at our feet.
	Old Friend of Mine.

Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934

Copyright Roy Richard

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