One More Round

From the saloon of old
The only one that is open now
Stepping in from the cold
Here the tunes, no TV’s here
Shot’s are passed around
Telling stories, old and new
A diamond is sometimes found
Capture thoughts, have a few laughs
Smack in the middle of day
Most days to move, much too fast
Never time for the stray
Someone grabs a guitar and starts to strum
The energy begins to flow
Feel the vibe, without the gun
Break the glass to know
One last round, and then I’m gone
So I’ve said before
No longer burned in the sun
Falling through the floor