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'The Old Man And The Boy'
 
They were a regular
sight
at the market,
the Old Man
and
the Boy,

they'd walk
to a seaside table,
and to
see them
was a
joy!

The Old Man
walked
with stature,
the boy
with
childish stride,

he looked up
to
his grandpa
eyes filled
with
youthful
pride.

They were
always
there together,
and what
a pair
they made,

the old man
sipped black
coffee,
the boy
liked
lemonade.

The Old Man
was
a hero,
a veteran
of the great
world war,

but he
never talked
about it,
it was the
war
to end all
wars!

The years
have passed,
my life has
changed, but
a memory
I still
enjoy,

are those
of the still
small
village,
and of
the Old Man
and
the Boy.

By Ron Cole

© 2010 Ron Cole (All rights reserved)

 

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