No picture does justice to the life on parade today.
Waitresses carefully place and disappear;
As faces cheer with greetings.
Tracks are made for those coming after,
A life of white and laughter,
The milk of being.
Generations enjoying generations,
Mother, Daughter; Daughter, Son,
Brothers fight for the fun,
Waitress still busy,
A festival of joy,
The swinging door offers promise on every hinge,
A new face, fresh voice, a new mix into the drink.
Enjoy; for today we live,
Breathe it in.
Stephen McGurk, an Irish writer, has been traveling Europe for the past 6 years collecting stories, experiences, and pain.
Notably, his work has been published in The Galway Review and A New Ulster.
He is currently residing in Ireland where he is developing his first novella.
You can follow him on: https://twitter.com/McgurkNehpets
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