Looking back

It was nice to meet with you again, much further up the track.
Nice to meet and spend some time, together looking back.
And were those times we laughed about, as good as they appear?
And now that we are older, how did we get here?
We talked about our children, we remember being born.
And how did we get away with, all the things that we have done.
The pranks, the jokes, audacious things, the risks we dared to take.
The loss, the loves, the troubled times, the dealing with heartbreak.
So now we're in the here and now, and we're doing rather well.
It would be nice to go back then, if only for a spell.
Your smile it takes me back, instantly it seems.
To when our life was young and free and all we had were dreams.
I ask about your parents, and you then ask of mine.
Both of us suspecting that they're gone and had their time.
And was life really better then? When we were bold and brave.
And are we really looking back, or forward to the grave?
The kids have gone and flown the nest, they're making their own lives.
And we both now live with strangers, we used to call our wives.
And are you with the same girl, together all those years?
I'm sure I just recalled her name, and then it disappeared.
And me and getting married? Yes I've had a go.
Kinda got the the hang of it three times in a row.
And now I'm with my latest one, we practice give and take.
Took me many years to overcome, my taste for wedding cake.
So let's order up another beer and repeat the tales we've told.
We'll laugh a little harder after one more for the road.
It was good to meet you once again, further up the track.
Really good to spend some time, together looking back.