Old Friends

I'm leaving old friends,
it hurts to move on,
across this old country,
driving along.

College is over,
my friends scatter too,
off to new places,
searching anew

I'll miss the old pals,
but I'll find a few,
in California,
where I'm headed soon.

I'll write the old ones;
we'll always have ties,
but new ones are precious
to make in this life.

So, here's to the old days,
and here's to all friends,
the new or the dear ones,
we'll have to the end.