Old mates catching up for a day or two
Having a couple of beers: chatting of the years
Gone by: so fast they fly: like mists upon a stream
They are allowed to dream: of better days
Of long ago when time was young: they too!
They moved more easily then: were fast friends
Now they limp a bit: slowly sit & move about
Hardly ever scream & shout: just listen
You can hear their minds ticking over
Feel their memories come tumbling out
Shared ones in youthful minds & hearts
Of times past when days were young
And there was less complaining!
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