At The Bar
Poetry
At the bar two men girded me
the left drank ale
while the right one said:
“Go west, there’s always a chance!”
“Yeah,” the left shouts,
“Just your color may be a snag.”
“Then walk to the east!”
But the left one sighed.
“Are you, my friend, completely out of your mind?
East is bold.”
“So let him go north — “
“Nah, too cold.”
“Thus remains only south,”
I said and smiled at them both.
“Yeah,” the left mumbled,
“That might be right,
of course, just if you want to croak
as one lazy dog.”
So we silenced, all at once
me thinking what’s the lesser evil
they sunk each into their glass
until the right one eructed
pat my shoulder and asked:
“Why do you even want to leave us?”
“Yeah,” the left said,
“You have all you need here, isn’t it enough?”
I paid for their drinks and turned back
but putting my hat on I said:
“I have all I need but time,
my friends,
be well until we meet next.”
