Recruits Then and Now

We were teens just outta school Did we really know what was the plan Some did I suppose and weren’t a fool When we fronted with suitcase in hand What is your first memory on the day Standing in a group and waiting Who to talk to and what to say But there was always time for bonding There’s a lot between then and now And some of us have passed on In what life’s lottery would allow But memories linger and are never gone When we gather together now A group looking older and wiser still We deserve to take a bow A Course or Troop knowing the drill. © Paul Warren Poetry