Old Lads Poem
A Poem by Dave
The years are marching on now
It's time to go out and play
I've said farewell to my regular job
And put my tools away
I've taken up the offer
To join a group of lads
Who like me are retired
And now are called grandads
They meet upon a Thursday
With things they've planned to do
They've said goodbye to the pinstriped suits
And their patent leather shoe
Now it's all aboard a bus or train
And off to pastures new
As we take a look at the world outside
And marvel at the view
The laughs the jokes the serious talks
The sunshine and the rain
All those miles we've travelled together
On buses roads and train
What sights we seen and places we've been
As we journeyed along the way
Followed by a rest in our favourite pub
To eat special meals of the day
A curry a steak or noodles
Followed by apple pie
Come on, are shouting some of the lads
It's time to say goodbye
So it's up we stand our coats in hand
As we walk towards the door
A quick look back sees a haversack
Johns left it on the floor
Quick pick it up, we've got to run
Our time is running out
Take a last look back at the place we've been
Remembering what we've done
For there's bound to be many more days out
That are filled with so much Fun
Followed by apple pie
Come on, are shouting some of the lads
It's time to say goodbye
So it's up we stand our coats in hand
As we walk towards the door
A quick look back sees a haversack
Johns left it on the floor
Quick pick it up, we've got to run
Our time is running out
Take a last look back at the place we've been
Remembering what we've done
For there's bound to be many more days out
That are filled with so much Fun
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