Remember

A short poem based on some people I met while playing music in a bar

A beer and a band
To get through the day
and a fight or two
Along the way
This place is where
She tends to stray
To dance the day and night away

Just like when she was half her age.

He comes to hear
What he has lost
To remember music
He used to play
And days his fingers
Could move that way
And times when he
Would smile and say
"I'm the best at this,
The greatest of my day!"

But now he wanders,
And remembers.

She wanders the room
To prove what she
Has achieved
But all she proves
Is that she's drunk
And rambling off
To everyone

Passing out
During the story of her life.

And so they come
To dance and drink
And shout and fight
And prove that once
their days were right
And full of promise
And full of light

And they prove it
Untill their days run out.

A beer and a band
And a ticking second hand.