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