An animated Friday night.
Filled up downtown pubs.
Firewater charge up immature agitators.
The forlorns with one accord take over the night.
Tunes new and old erupt in the night.
A group of six crowd a counter.
Six shots of Hoffen mix with Sicherheit.
One of the six feels grateful for his friends.
Three he's know since high school.
One since pre-school.
And another he's love since his tenth year.
Tranquil minds with no negativity.
A Weltschmerz free time.
All love, no hate.
Truly
An animated Friday night.
- Thorn C Death
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Poems for a Time
PoetryA puzzle for all is time. A walk can lead to a run. The safe are always in danger. What are you?
