Golden Years

A tribute in our golden years, As I recollect, no poignant tears, I glimpsed him in my peripheral vision, By now, we're both older editions, A friend of a friend of a friend, Floating away like golden pollen, I trust my thoughts to him do wend, That was once a quote, I sigh, "I did but see him passing by," Crying and weeping are not for me, Glancing at such distant memories, Yes, a friend of a friend of a friend, Floated away like stardust pollen, As I reminisce, such a dear, A tribute in our golden years.