Although no word is spoken,
We watch on respectively,
Wandering of our parallels,
Existing simultaneously,
Bonded in silent thought,
Each of us with our toasts, toasting
To better and for worse,
Hoping we become good hosts.
So wander and toast we do,
From one a young and two an’ olden,
But we only need nod to talk,
As we three agree, silence is golden.