Full of liquid merriment'
Two men stumble from the door'
A lute tearful on the laughter
Halfway between yesterdays problems
And tomorrows renewal

Topping their crowns with elegant canes
One slips in the gutter
And the other laughs
And tears steam down both faces.

Ancestry by overbalanced joy
They drink only from their memories
Because they know tomorrow never comes
And yesterdays can never return
By any amount of force.

 © G David Schwartz

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