A Toast
Happy at night,
singing from pub to pub.
Disguised with the dark
among the crowd.
Another toast to celebrate,
another night on the rocks,
singing to rejoice
drinking to forget.
Dancing with his own music,
with no sound, just voices in his mind.
Sad in the morning,
different dance with the light.
Empty glasses for a new toast
to rehearse a new day.
A new song without words,
another one to be written.
A new glass on the rocks
empty of happiness.
Another toast to be praised,
waiting for a new dusk to sing.
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