The Old School Magazine

The names pop up from the page.
Old pals, and childhood enemies
Not seen these years; now aged
With the images of their lives
Indelibly stamped on their features.

Tompkins, robustly confident
With drooping jowls from fine food
And too much drink over many years.
Then Smith of sharp face where
Greed and determination are
Tightly drawn in narrow lips.

They were all once fresh faced
Innocent of life's worst, unmarked.
But now life is written in each look
As clearly in the pages of a book.

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