Special Bench For Contest

They walk with their sticks
some an ungainly gait
scarves around their necks
caps upon their heads
Heading for the same place
to sit and chew the facts
talking of the old days
when young and good at sport
A special bench in the park
which the winter sun keeps warm
A few men will meet to chat
their memories ever young
Talk about  their rugby days
of playing for their team
having to sit and wait
to be called from bench to field
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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March 28, 2013 at 10:22 PM
Seren, ,this is a good poem... pd
Roberts Avatar
March 29, 2013 at 4:25 AM
Thank you PD. Seren
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March 28, 2013 at 3:54 AM
Congratulations on your win Sass xx
Roberts Avatar
March 28, 2013 at 11:22 AM
LOL Mandy makes a change ....Seren
Jones Avatar
March 27, 2013 at 5:39 PM
Congrats Seren on a great win...Donna :-)
Roberts Avatar
March 28, 2013 at 11:22 AM
Thanks Donna ...Seren
Johnson Avatar
March 27, 2013 at 5:16 PM
Very nice Seren. Congratulations. Love, Joyce
Roberts Avatar
March 28, 2013 at 11:22 AM
Thank you Joyce, glad you enjoyed it....Seren
Sivey Avatar
March 16, 2013 at 5:38 AM
This is a wonderful and warm write my friend! I loved the fact that you painted old men sitting and talking about their memories of days when they were young, that is exactly what they do! I even do that and I'm not that old, ok maybe a little! I really enjoyed reading this delightful poem this morning! What a brilliant piece, Great Work!!
Roberts Avatar
March 16, 2013 at 6:06 AM
I have painted such a picture i posted it in blog awhile back maybe you mssed it....Seren
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