AuburnScribbler

Three in a Beer Garden

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.

Comments5

  • Dakotah Lavender

    Very short and sweet, nice work!

  • Michael Edwards

    Brill - and now time for another round?

  • willyweed

    here here I'll drink to that...er this!
    good poem

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good write. Cheers!

  • Tony36

    Great write



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