Mates Poem by Paul Warren

Old bones go with old friends
Made to last til the very end
Time spent together still rings
Andit still means something

We were 17 and so young then
Away from home so it was time when
Men were men and women loved them for it
To hone us all for the job to fit

The years go by so very quick
Times stamped on us we learnt to fit
And sometimes laughter was what is needed
Remembered as old friends and colleagues we succeeded

There comes a time to salute our friends
Who are with us in a spirit that never ends
A face that's smiling is my cherished memory
For friendship together is important you see.

© Paul Warren Poetry