A Toast

The glasses raise tonight

To honor man’s great fight

Against his fleeting journey

So swiftly into night

 

Each burden that we carry

Can help us not to tarry

On the modicum annoyances

Of a life too ordinary

 

Sometimes a day feels frozen

Lasting ‘til the sun has rosen

Some whimsical some tragic

For we are not the one who’s chosen

 

So don’t let moments slip

Like these words between my lips

Try to choose the blissful ones

And see them as you sip

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