many years of witnessing this scene
poets gathering semi-circle around fire
I’ve seen them vanish into the stream
lyrics lingering like smoke from a pyre
it was twenty-five years past
our poetic journeys did cross
at the Cleaveland house path
of bards sharing gain and loss
poems passing around room’s stage
as we read our most recent vintage
week after week I watch you age
faces - bodies - a small percentage
we share laughter, wit, and barbs
from all walks we wear our garbs
dare weather - dare each other
words we compose - from - wherever
too soon arrives our time unspeakable
upon visit - which remains inexplicable
wheels turn as we face our inevitable
soon to leave this room - untouchable
so muster your words of wit and wisdom
ego, talent, song, death, glory, and allegory
your time here measured by what you say
and how you interact with others each day
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