Watching people as they relax, converse, play pool
together, a quiet remembrance of days gone by when
being with them through the years.
Looking at pictures of past moments, tears touching
corners of my eyes, because several of these decent
gentlemen have succumbed to death's embrace.
Always having their memories to look and think back
upon, brings a smile to y lips, in spite of the many
tears flowing upon remembering them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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