I travelled on the bus
this morning
and out the window
I saw
a homeless man
in all hopelessness
that only dirt and grime
can describe
was window shopping
for what I cannot remember.
Staring at a basket of goods
that he would never carry
and like a child outside a candy shop
with awe and wonder
he found
what he was looking for –
hope.
The beer flows,
in this town,
more than
I’ve ever known.
A pint will buy,
more friends than
any stature or money
you may find.
It is who you know,
not who you are;
what you become,
depends on who you meet.
This network,
an exclusive club,
open to all
that buy the first round.
Work is done by raising a glass,
not by raising hell on your staff;
cheers to that! I say,
here’s to another round.
Lewis Walddren 