Bless My Beer
When friends do stray
And days grow drear;
It's nice to know
I can sip a beer.
Oh bless my beer
To the bitter end;
That foam topped glass
Is my best friend.
When I'm feeling blue
It is always here;
On a moment’s notice
The warmth is cheer.
You've seen me through
A marriage thrice;
And although those times
Were not so nice;
I always knew
I could depend on you.
For What Turns You On - Contest
Elizabeth Wesley
Copyright © Elizabeth Wesley | Year Posted 2011
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