I Often Times Think

I often times think of old friends far away
Though them i have not seen for many a day
With them i played football and drank in the pubs of the town
Going back in time many years when my hair was dark brown
The friends of my boyhood and of my life's prime
Like me may have changed over decades of time
And time changes bodily appearance it does work in this way
Some of them i may not recognize were i to meet them today
I often times think of my mentors of the past
Now amongst the deceased few things in life last
I learned from them and them i did admire
And of singing their praises i never do tire
I often times think of my past far away
Where i used to live before my hair turned to gray.