A small group of my colleagues and I would meet occasionally to let off a little steam. We called it the Meeting of the Minds, but I also like the term used here: Troubadours of Truth. We haven't met in a while now, but I think of these meetings with fondness. Enjoy!
Cheering with Irish Coffees at a local pub
Troubadours of Truth
We meet in various locales
far enough away from the others
who meet for what they think
are much more crucial causes.
At our 'meetings of the minds'
we pun and chortle, sip our drinks
and cheerfully lighten
our burdens of misanthropy
with stories that feed our souls.
Our meetings begin and end
with hugs and reassurance
that common sense is a reality,
if surveyed through the pane
of the Troubadours of Truth.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos