Our Crowd
When we gather now in our crowd
You know we are old players so loud
The stories that we tell
Seem larger now to dwell
For we may be portly some
And gray or bald we’ve become
But the smile upon our face
When together the years can’t erase.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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