Larrikin Mary

Here Now

Old men in shadowed corners
Talking over slow pints
On the rough floorboards
The young dance, whirling
To music that is in their blood

Here is what we are
Life left at the door
And we can sing
And dance fast and furious
For we are alive

No colourful swirl of silk
Not in this place
The skirts are brown and drab
But smiles are bright
And the laughter is real

This is our place
Our respite from the world
To talk, to remember
To drink and forget
Tomorrow will wait

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