Drinking in a
Revisiting today and days long gone
A pleasantry indulged in, now and then,
A quiet sidestep from life's bustling throng.
An eye inside the daily, raging, storm,
To which we all contribute in our way,
A chance to slip away and thwart the norm,
And gift ourselves a misspent chance at play.
Historians will not recall this day,
Upon this time, no weight will be bestowed,
No one will quote a word that we might say,
And what transpires, none shall wish to know,
But, as we live, sparse moments such as these.
Define our most persistent memories.
