‘Sips’

What’s in this beer? 
Some hops and wheat…
Making it a little bitter or sweet 
Hazy, maybe
Perhaps it’s much more clear—

That the container contains something else…
Something you can’t taste. 
Too often we waste the true flavor. 

You see,
A lot can occur in the blur of a single glass
As we laugh and savor the sips…
The tap flows while the moments pass

A pint of potential 
A conversation with a stranger 
Poured and bored, together—
A few ounces later
You might know them just a bit better
A bar full of common plights and common flights
The loc’s and folks from afar… 
Bellied up 

The commonality is there 
You never know what you have in common until you share—
Open energy

Through the chatter 
We find that the stories we exchange matter 
Enhanced by the contents of a drink…
A social lubricant that makes you think
About the power of a happy hour 

All people are equal 
With a glass half full 

Before its empty, 
Let’s cheers—
To Man’s creation 
That is, 
The duration of a beer.

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