I saw the pictures of us today
Of young men at work and play
We at seventeen came together as one
And at twenty we graduated as our careers begun
In the forty years that have passed
Some decided and went on other paths
But some of us lasted the distance
And still wear the blue in our law bringer stance
I look now at our group with arms around
And I try to see what our eyes thought would be our ground
What happened after for us is caste in stone refined
It cannot change as paths are now defined
So I sit with such melancholy on the verge of a tear
Looking at each one of us that I hold so dear
I think with age that which gets stripped away
And what is left is what in your heart will stay
What do we find now those years are gone in dismay
Did we get what we wanted in life's affray?
Or did we get what we deserved as it turned out?
But each one of us has something of which we can shout.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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