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The Pub ©

Anthony Ewen
Filey, England
2005

He sits with his cronies, pint in hand
One of the group, his drinking band
Man o' men who’ve seen the world
One who entertains with stories unfurled

His hair a shock of tousled grey
His mind as sharp as any day
The story full of joy and jest
A man at ease, a man at rest

The punch line delivered with practiced grace
The group enlightened by humour's embrace
He stands center stage and the plaudit does take
His company, a good night will always make

He sits with his cronies, he’s never sad
That’s my old man, my father, my dad


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