Old Friends

Old bones go with old friends Made to last til the very end Time spent together still rings And it still means something We were 17 and so young then Away from home so it was time when Men were men and women loved them for it To hone us all for the job to fit The years go by so very quick Times stamped on us we learnt to fit And sometimes laughter was what is needed Remembered as old friends and colleagues we succeeded There comes a time to salute our friends Who are with us in a spirit that never ends A face that’s smiling is my cherished memory For friendship together is important you see. © Paul Warren Poetry