Gathered on an evening- cold
A few young minds assembled
Before hope grows old
To us, honourable gentlemen
The prodigies of culture and thought
Assembled after hours
Before our lives mean nought
To us, honourable gentlemen
Devotees to logic and art
Here to discuss the meaning of-
Life. And the secrets of the heart
To us, honourable gentlemen
United not in faith, history nor creed
Here to establish our relevance
In shadows of sheltered need
For it is we few gentlemen
The connoisseurs of all kind
That gather on such nights
When others are utterly blind
For we know little of our legacies
Nothing of battles formerly fought
But ‘neath star or ceiling
We are united, simply, by thought
Tasked to seize the day
We too shall seize the night
To converse on matters of love,
loss, wrong and right
And it is we few gentlemen
Stitching the soliptic seam
Poets, Philosophers, Men
It is we who dare to dream
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