He sat on a bench on a downtown street, watching younger people enjoy the day. His expression alternated between sharing the joy with them and a quiet melancholy as he watched. You knew he was remembering and likely wishing for the company of friends and days gone by.

Those were the days, my friend,
we thought they'd never end.
we'd sing and dance forever and a day.
we'd live the life we choose.
we'd fight and never lose.
for we were young and sure to have our way.