We Once Gathered Round. A poem.

We once gathered round,
Before time and circumstance
Dictated less than fond adieus;
And bloated sensitivities
Blended with simplistic vagaries,
Tore down tradition
And vented wholesome lies.

We once gathered round,
Like comrades round the vodka.
When fires so honourable
Simmered with every loss
And every back not broken
Was bent to lift the wounded
And carry them from the field.

We once gathered round,
But petty disregard
Has left us wanting, more or less.
Split us like ripples
flowing outwards on a pond;
Never touching twilight shores
From whence we sprung.

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