Caramelised vodka, Saigon, & such…

Scroll down to content

Boys, or are we men?

When…

…we create opportunities for memories.

Such deliberate opportunities

to bond, share, drink, & when high, so bold

narrate to our brethren our formative past,

our unfolding present, & what the future may hold.

 

So honest & pure these moments

when we bare it all,

no fear of rise nor fall.

Friendship. Brotherhood.

Beirut first, now Saigon, memories frozen in pictures.

The drinks, the places, the food,

shisha, kebabs, steak, caramelised Vodka, honesty, & transparency.

Our love for our loved ones: Spouses, children, family. Infinity.

 

Such soul searching talks, when souls like us share

challenging inhibitions, so deep our care.

As mornings, afternoons, evenings, & nights, blend all-in-one,

love, madness, memories: So much f$&@/;k fun.

 

This annual pure tradition, a man-cave-retreat so essential,

there ain’t no book to be-a-good-man, how does a boy grow to be a man so quintessential?

If not for these brethren trips, where we learn from each other,

what it means to be a good man: A respectful human, husband, son, father, & brother.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: