~ A Song of Five Toasts ~

“Drink deep and be overmuch merry, dear friend...”

Toast our last of life

From youth we did train

To bear each struggle

To endure the pain;

And yet...weep we now

In these aging days

When once we chortled

At our childhood plays;

How once we did run

On tireless legs

We drank Life’s new wine

And scoffed at the dregs;

Now these elder bones

Like chains from within

Our vibrant hues now

Cloaked in time-worn skin;

Toast our last of all

Toast our lovely friends

Toast our best of times

Toast our...best of ends.

--Misery