Gentlemen and Players
By Ewan
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We are long in tooth,
we meet at funerals, wakes and memorials,
some’s hair is long,
some have none.
Backs are stooped,
faces lined:
some of us limp.
Knees, hips, ankles:
old bones complain,
but we do not.
We have worn the shite-hawk:
we have served in deserts,
inhospitable places, some more than others,
but none said no.
Passes weren’t dropped,
tackles were made.
No true sport is war
by other means,
no armistice was celebrated
by so very much drink.
We are thirty years older:
we meet at beer calls, games and reunions,
all of us remain,
including those who’ve gone.
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Comments
It's hard not to overdo the
It's hard not to overdo the sentimentality in these things. And you've got this pitch perfect. It's really lovely.
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This is great, Ewan. A
This is great, Ewan. A fitting tribute to special friends.
Those last two lines are terrific (and you're rocking that blazer, too).
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