good old times

One got money one got cars
 
One could reach out to the stars,
 
But what’s the point without good friends
 
That help you to tie up those lose ends,
 
When you talk spill out the beans
 
Makes you happy beyond means,
 
Tell each other what you think
 
Maybe someday have a drink,
 
I got writing this to you
 
Not because I’m feeling blue,
 
Just to tell a friend in rhyme
 
She’s my special friend in time.