Drunk old men sitting at tables in this bar and grill
Listening to a middle aged cover band play Dead,
And all of them remembering the days of their youth
As they never were just like it was yesterday.
Fading as they sit, fading to gray,
Fading to gray, and then fading away,
From the bar,
From the memories of the women
They thought would remember
And finally fading from the good earth itself.
A life in ashes blows in the wind,
A faint cloud across a muddy river,
Leaving a trace smudged against the bar,
Forgotten with the morning wipe down,
Like a life that never was.
I sit, too mortal for booze,
Drinking coffee and ice water
Sharing a moment with my brother
Before he leaves for his new home
Six hundred miles away.
Making a memory he and I will share
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