Old Bold Tales Told
I sit thinking of the old days in such a ring
Of sipping beer and laughing when mate ship was a special thing
We were all together at the end of shift
Special times when war stories were told bold if you get my drift
These memories won’t fade of those precious times
I have become older as my age now defines
And now there are mates who can’t answer on our muster parade
So raise a glass when you think of them and the days we had it made.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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