I got into my email this morning and found this poem...and I thought it was oddly appropriate for the morning.
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The Night of the Party
by Alden Nowlan
Never have I seen women
wiser or more beautiful.
Never have I known men
so witty, so sensitive.
Here in my living room
Are the twenty most remarkable
Persons in all the world.
And me, the one fool,
who must dance
although too heavy
on his feet, sing
although his vocal cords
are out of tune.
But that is the price
I pay for such
companionship.
My friends,
I do not get drunk for myself,
I get drunk for you.
"The Night of the Party" by Alden Nowlan, from What Happened When He Went to the Stove for Bread. © The Thousands Press, 2000. Reprinted with permission.
***
The Night of the Party
by Alden Nowlan
Never have I seen women
wiser or more beautiful.
Never have I known men
so witty, so sensitive.
Here in my living room
Are the twenty most remarkable
Persons in all the world.
And me, the one fool,
who must dance
although too heavy
on his feet, sing
although his vocal cords
are out of tune.
But that is the price
I pay for such
companionship.
My friends,
I do not get drunk for myself,
I get drunk for you.
"The Night of the Party" by Alden Nowlan, from What Happened When He Went to the Stove for Bread. © The Thousands Press, 2000. Reprinted with permission.