Tomorrow at Breakfast

Tomorrow at breakfast we’ll gather around,

With tales and opinions we will expound.

A quartet of old men who’ve seen better days,

way too damn old to be mendin’ their ways.

Tomorrow at breakfast there’s one empty chair,

It’s been a few days since Bill has been there,

Some of his dealin’s were not tor the best,

Good that his demons are finally at rest.

Tomorrow at breakfast we’ll fill up our cups,

And annoy each other ‘til someone erupts.

Dave will regale us with some wild tale,

If lyin’s a crime, he’ll go to jail.

Tomorrow at breakfast we’ll order some eggs,

and squirm in our chairs on unsteady legs.

With bacon and toast we’ll eat what we can,

We get only the best from the cook’s fryin’ pan.

Tomorrow at breakfast we’ll git nuthin’ done,

To tell you the truth, it won’t be much fun.

Our Golden Years are wastin’ away,

Yackety-yackin’ at the Matthew’s Café.

LDT March 27, ‘24

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