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.
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
Offline) - Published: March 13th, 2017 12:12
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a trio dedicated to nervous energies about three strangers in a Beer Garden. This was written in the Buttercross public house in Bingham, Nottinghamshire. Hope you enjoy.
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Comments5
Very short and sweet, nice work!
Brill - and now time for another round?
here here I'll drink to that...er this!
good poem
Very good write. Cheers!
Great write
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