Seeing an Old Friend

Years gone by, you'd almost forgotten, as you feel the days grow old and tired, you're bones ache, and you're feeling rotten, when, once again, you feel life's fire. The two of you have been through a lot. Long ago you were torn asunder, but you loved each other, which can't be bought, 'neath the bridge, lot's of water, under. An occasion of pleasure or pain, something you wouldn't know in advance, a birth or funeral in the rain, or possibly only happenstance, there is no pleasure, so great as when you see a dear old friend again,