Picnic
We Pick a place to picnic
A park by the river
It's supposedly summer
But the cold breeze makes us shiver
We wait upon late arrivals
While we eat our ill planned food
What I thought would be scotch eggs and crisps
Turned out to be cake and booze
We wait a good three hours
While it periodically rains
Reminiscing and catching up
Playing sentimental games
A juggler practices across from us
As together the others arrive
They bring more food an alcohol
And tales of their lives
The conversation's pleasant
We laugh all together
We are having a good time
Even despite the weather
It doesn't take too long
For the drinking games to begin
We play never never have I ever
And we confess our sins
The juggler still juggles
As tipsy, we count our sips
We debate being his audience
But decide it's not worth the trip
The picnic's been going eight hours
The sun begins to set
The juggler drops his clubs
Our picket blanket wet
I stay another hour
As, one by one, my friends go home
Conversation waning
soon we'll be Alone
The juggler packs up
As we pack away
Knowing that this will be a memory
We will all share some day
In the new nights darkness
We all hug goodbye
Until we meet again
And share more stories of our lives