Friendship Comfort Zone
Say it with a sting.....
Old Timers Zone
Suppose we all look forward to a comfort zone
Miles apart from the old age home
Be us sailor, soldier, pilot or cop
All friends until the gravy train comes to a stop
We take advantage of the situation
Relying on all members and the whole nation
To become president of a friendship society
Feeling great and almighty
We create a nest egg
Not relying on others and not having to beg
We treat the association as our own
Spending members cash without a moan
We even change the constitution
All our faithful friends added to the ‘inclusion’
When our term of duty is through
We will have nothing better to do
But to ponder over our past
Hoping our friendship and money will last!
Servo Per Amikeco
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