Three Open Chairs

Once, the circle was full

Each corner mastered by their own character

Four closed chairs, was all there is

Every session filled with smiles, with her's and his

In the circle-sometimes used to share sticks, sometimes drinks
but often times both

Filled with crazy ideas, shared with a bucket of horse

But time has it, the chairs started to rack

One chose a mistake, the second was a snake
and the other one started to pack

Each one went about to the path's that they've made

Like the incense in a vase, each one disappeared

And as the last one sit, sips, and stares

In the mind saying, "CHEERS AND GOD SPEED!" to the people
that once sat, on the three open chairs