Decayed decade – ten years were at their end;
All possibilities were drunk away;
As love ignored so sex was put to bed;
As wine and beer made sleep the new awake.
Where pubs were homes, their homes razed to the ground;
Their vows unmade as lies became new truths;
What once was solid now in liquid drowned;
Unsolvable by self nor god nor sleuth.
But all these broken breakages were musts;
The dark allowing light to shine right through;
Permitting love so pure of heart and trust;
Empowering a hope from muse anew.
For now it’s clear why marriage did not take;
Now raise a glass and drink to true love’s sake.