5..4..3..2..
As the new are yet to come,
The old hold a memory and lesson,
Others more then some,
The Irish flame that sparked the session,
Never to jump and rush,
The German eyed filled with hurt,
Never to quit and crush,
The young bull fighter,
Never to seek out the convenient window,
Last drag of the cigarette to feel lighter,
1..0
Now there thought clears into the air,
Like smoke with some care.
                                           -IQ3257