old friends

This weekend i was at the seaside. This is one of the pictures i took.
The man and the woman on the beach-bench were strangers, they were wearing summerclothes.

Still they reminded me of a song of Simon and Garfunkel: "Old Friends"
I give you a few lines i remember


Old friends
sat on on their parkbench like bookends

...

old friends, winter companions, the old men
lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset

...

can you imagine us years from today
sharing a parkbench quietly
how terribly strange to be seventy

old friends, memory brushes the same years,
silently sharing the same fears