(Er... another lame attempt of mine at poetry. Do not be too lenient. I must learn after all.)
One of those tepid nights
where the coat-less shiver and fools
play in the streets. Spirits
haunt the old homes and young
heads--not a difficult endeavor,
but a self-sustaining high and perilous low.
The walk back, a show of unbroken bonds,
a comradery unmatched in strength. Yet
when all washes back to normalcy--that dull,
ailing normalcy--the only true souls
are revealed; those few (or many) who give
rather than take.
Days pass, time is bided and
old souls anticipated. Fellows wait
till they can do it all over again.
