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The Updstairs Room

(For Roy McFadden)

Two poets sit together in a club
(An upstairs room mid-century style)
One drinking whisky, the other beer.
Former images pass in file.

Do you remember? could it have been?
It was indeed. The smiling liquid seems to wink.
Each poet sips another golden tear,
Knowing it's later than he used to think.

Were those the days? Well, yes and no,
For days of youth though timesless days
Are days time-bound by heart’s unease
And recklessness. And yet the poets praise

And lift the glass to certain yesterdays,
Those sunset evenings spent together
In hope and argument and chaff
That could defy their elders' chilly weather.

Two poets sit together in a club ...
You ask what point or moral’s in this story?
Just this, my dear impatient stranger:
Friendship still edges life with glory.