Celebration of 2 very different observances in a poem - Dylan Thomas and The Chicken Dance
|Raise your glass my fair weather friends
'Tis time to rage, rage into the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas's words spring to mind
As we exit the White Horse Tavern
And walk the darkened streets of Greenwich Village.
Our arms slung around each other shoulders
As we stumble down the street in drunken haze
Laughter erupts as we stumble and almost fall.
My friend yanks me up and together
Through our madness of joviality
We dance and hum the Chicken Dance
Our laughter bounding and bouncing off the world around us.
Another night of celebration comes to a close
As we make our way home.