(Eliciting laughter from all those who came
Night after night drawn by the warmth)
Black like the clothes and the words of their youth
Dripping with irony, anarchy, angst...
Now in the sunny midday of age
Uncertain stability reigns
And more practical thoughts take the stage
(Can providing be measured in numbers
...or feelings?)
Humility as doubt visits still
Carrying questions we answer more easily for others,
Never ourselves
(Life has an interesting sense of humor)
It would be a crime then, on our part
Having warmed by the generous flames,
Not to smile at the ponderings of darkness
Raise a glass (pointing out the glowing crowd)
And say thank you
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