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THE PUB

The music was high and an equaliser for all in the pub
Seemingly touching each heart uniquely
To some the music was nostalgic others exciting
To others it was calming
All in all it was setting the mood right
Booze was flowing to the depth of every pocket
The attitude was one of not judging anyone
Everyone minding their own business
What this business was was not particularly clear and no one was concerned
I was left guessing what had brought us all to this venue
The waiting ladies and gentlemen must have been drilled to this
It was assumable that it was the business of making money that had brought the all to the venue
But who knows?
A group of young men was dancing at a corner
Probably making a memory for when they grew old
An old man was holding a cute lass close to his chest
Maybe he was remembering his old days
A group of men in their thirties was seated quietly as if they were observing the entire crowd
They came in together but they were silent
It could be they were licking their wounds looking into the future
A young man was seated looking into his beer mug
Maybe he was figuring out who he was
A young woman was dancing peacefully at a corner
Alone like she had no care in the world
I could not guess what was happening in their mind
Two young men and women came in and ordered a bottle of gin
May be they were just workmates who had come in together
For sure I knew I knew not what was truly going on
But I was sure each person had come to get some pleasure
To cement a memory, pass time or loose remembrance of a time
All in all
Music went on without judging

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