Four sat down to sip and talk,
They came by cycle, car and walk.
A younger crowd was passing through,
Grabbing take out, off they flew.
Conversation started weather,
Commentary light as feather.
Aches and pains and health were raised,
Doctors then were trashed and praised.
Politics did not come up,
Then off I went, sans bun and cup.
Albert F. Reeve, Gibsons
