There we were, the four of us,
Two couples of a certain age
Walking onto the croquet lawn
To play this game we loved.
We each hit our balls
Towards the hoops,
Or to knock each other’s balls
Away from the hoop.
As we went round the lawn
We spoke of many things,
We laughed at many things,
As we tried to win the game.
One game was over
So we sat and drank coffee,
Talking of life around us,
Our lives being so long.
We then played another game,
A game that the other pair one.
We had each won a game
On this fine afternoon.
We finished playing,
And as we walked to our cars
We knew we had had a good time.
Our lives so different in the past
But we now we were friends,
Had become very good friends.
This had been reinforced,
Reinforced on this afternoon
Where talking, laughter and banter
Had brought us all into a place,
A place filled with happiness.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 11th, 2023 02:13
- Comment from author about the poem: Good friends are priceless.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 16
Comments1
Good write Gold.
Pity I turned up and ruined it. You went to a pub afterwards, yes? I was serving drinks and adding water. lol.
Thanks Orchi.
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