My Measure
Bring me not the humdrum,
Just bring good things to me.
Fine wine, and cheeses
And books of poetry.
Let me debate a philosopher,
Let him steel my mind.
Then, we could quaff good ale
And drink till we were blind.
Just for a little while,
Give me naught but pleasure.
Then when it's back to the grind,
I'll feel I've had my measure.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2017
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