Turn of the century
Into a legend before the scope
Of redundancy and its mine, a handsome query
We make for the times are a changing known:

Life is my first party
Simple and sound to an idea of friends
Keep the salt, at a smile once many, and now arty
Shame you can get rid of, like a mere makes amends

Sitting by the table, and waiting over a beer
Friends come and go, like a tooth of resolve
Time in its elastic earn, reasons we found dear
To a paunchy lip, and their noble intent for all

A friend sits down by me, a careful glance
"Is mine and yours a rhythm to tell"
"A different story than doubt, and the average of instance"
Thinking a bit, the beer talks to me, in a courage's riddle

If everything is so good and bright, by todays standards
Will a life see the better of a tear or the terror of love to call
Only the did and the done can tell, it thinks, irony's order's...
Finished with the beer, I stake my claim on mercy and might for all

"A legend it is, we know can be, the voice of gesture and the just"
"Look well for me, at the stir of omni patience, it was a hair of a chance"
"Like a rising mind to think and save, a friend from the inclination of dread, thus"
"I see a choice in the mist, like a change of God's given season's"