Old friends

The buttons all ripped out
The stitching torn and worn
The eyes all dull and grey
Watching their friend grow old and far

The faded clothes, washed out from age
Just like that heart of gold
Some pieces lost, but most forgotten
But one we still search for

We still look back for that light
The light that once lived in their eyes
We still pause and listen
For that laugh that filled a room

But that light is gone, the laugh is mute
Replaced by plastic smiles
And now our old friends watch us
As we grow old day after day