vapros
Verified Member
Who will call the roll today,
and count the absentees?
Who will close these ragged ranks
still standing in the breeze?
Where are the signs that marked the roads,
the rooms where there was play,
with backers waiting just inside
to make the traveler's day?
Those warriors who still remain
and cherish memories;
their names endure, their games do not,
there's no more mysteries.
For they were players, never doubt,
but that was yesterday.
Let's toast them now, along with those
already gone away.
A year from now, when summer comes,
we'll call their names again,
and one by one, we hope they'll stand
and holler - yeah, I'm in!
and count the absentees?
Who will close these ragged ranks
still standing in the breeze?
Where are the signs that marked the roads,
the rooms where there was play,
with backers waiting just inside
to make the traveler's day?
Those warriors who still remain
and cherish memories;
their names endure, their games do not,
there's no more mysteries.
For they were players, never doubt,
but that was yesterday.
Let's toast them now, along with those
already gone away.
A year from now, when summer comes,
we'll call their names again,
and one by one, we hope they'll stand
and holler - yeah, I'm in!