Old Warriors
The old warriors gathered around the camp fire
Those who had fought the good fight in the war mire
There were some with scars that were obvious to all
With an eye put out, an arm or leg missing in fighting mulls
And there were stories of their quests and adventures made
Hearty laughter was heard over and across that didn't fade
All felt comfortable in each other's company of their time
When mate ship and old comrades together was so fine,
© Paul Warren Poetry
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