My Torch
Pour into my cup
the elixir of decadence
and add a grain of truth
to my harvest and the essence of my virility
and to make a toast to my inbred agility
to raise a crop from earth rich in beauty
to feed a nation the fruit of God is my duty
to work humbly and consistently till my
torch burns no more
till I am harvested in my final days
to make way for future fruit
to fill a new cup
in praise of my lord and master
the graceful sheperd
who tends his flock forever more
till he relights my torch
to burn forever more
Copyright © Malcolm Dyer | Year Posted 2007
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