The Old Boys Club

The Old Boys Club
Giving pats and exchanging hugs
Reminiscing the days gone by
Where they were once great, esteemed members
Of a patriotic pride and joy, no room for stragglers

Leaders they emerged then and now aim to be,
Scions of divine destiny.

“Those were the days of our lives, our baby steps,
We have arrived…,”
The Club chairman proclaims, as if membership from thence
Started the wheels of their poignant pyrrhic victory
At the cusp of their new promotion
Into the Club’s adoring ordination

Smiling spouses nod with growing pride
Like the maidens on fields, handkerchiefs aloft,
Softly welcoming their warrior men from glorious wars
Men, unchanged save for ghosts in their glassy eyes,
A grotesque memento mori of their deadened souls and
Repressed cries.

Henceforth the maidens beamed, basking in that moment
As their men went to Church, tearfully paying penance.

The Old Boys’ substantial confidence
Brought them success in abundance
German and Italian marques they held dear
Homes with gleaming chandeliers

Awaiting each month’s close
They shuffled to the Club
As the chairman arose, blood red Bordeaux held aloft
Grandly cheering the Boys on their considerable dominion
Men, unchanged save for their sharp shoes and silk ties
More beautiful emblems of their meteoric rise!

“I still recall the great times we used to have..”
The Old Boys Club
Giving pats and exchanging hugs
Leaders they emerged then and now aim to be,
Scions of divine destiny.

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