I sit back now and wander across those years
To when I was young and had no need of tears
The best thing that you could do was to be with your mates
It didn't matter who you were or a need to contemplate
Everyone was accepted for who they were
There was no need for a boast to occur
But one by one those times disappeared
And we are left with our memories so dear.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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