Toast
I'm a man who goes through time
by toasting away the present.
I'll neither wine or dine
unless I'm seen a peasant.
I'll raise my glass to health:
to fortune and good faith.
I'll cherish those with laughter
who love me without scathe.
I'll heed a joyful dancer
who floats my spirit close.
And thank the God above
for grace in greater dose.
To bed I'll say my prayers.
The futures in my hands.
...but thanks goes to the lord
who includes me in his plans.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2014
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