The old men sat at their stools hunched over
through grooves of time
Jars of beer drunk and some to be had
not knowing this thirst could be just their last
Quiet chatter of a talken past through
a fog of noises removed of facts

This was their future from a bleaken haze
a past so forgotten in a drunken place
families back home awaiten the call
return to méh₂tēr not seen the forgotten sons

Sadness missed in a home where children had played  
too the drinking hole lure a life gone astray
the old men still sat to a glow painted over
that was never in place to a beer flowing lover
all lost in all grace through tobacco end hands
feeding the beard stained in years gone in romance

No memories left on the stone face of death
as the flowers did fail to fall gone in a breath
a quite hymn sung from the mourners that come
yet scatter all quickly once dust is in done
they know where to go drink beer and say Joe
the old man...god lay him to rest