Setting: outdoor pub in Prague.
On the table: brews!
Reason: hungry, tired and
So many beers to choose.
At the table next to us,
Americans on tour,
Drinking beer in every town,
As much as pubs could pour.
We had forty years on them.
Still, we started yakking,
Trading stories, facts and jokes;
Subjects weren't lacking.
That's what's great about a pub -
Different people blend
And before you know it,
Every stranger seems a friend.
Several lagers later,
We got up and said goodbye.
Once we would have kept their pace;
Now we'd dare not try.
Yet we spent a lovely night
Bonding over beers.
Amazing how some yeast and hops
Can override the years!
Monday, June 18, 2012
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