The cafe' fills with strangers
Slowly filing in
Soldiers from the war without
Searching for peace within.
Eyes glazed over slowly light
With sparks of recognition
As the soldiers of the worldly war
See souls akin.
And the reading gently starts
Soldiers sharing themselves
As they describe the evils
That the world has heaped.
And when the last soldier
Steps from the podium
They slowly file out again.
Each carrying a small arsenal
In their backpack of life
That will help them
Make it through the week
'Till once again
The cafe' fills with strangers.

Very Nice