surly adversaries
after hardly a pint
proud of our heady resolve
and might
making our plans
over soggy-soft coasters
the loud happy babble
of still-youthful boasters
let decades slip past
and revisit these scenes
as hardscrabble years
claim the hardest of dreams
true resolve doesn’t die
but grinds away
and lives on
as the quest will consume us
in our own haggard song
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