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
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