One Last Toast

I think that I shall have a drink and toast to you and all you think 'bout love & hate & art & war & what this life is really for. Giving, taking, making, breaking lonely hearts club band; reaching, preaching, teaching, leaching blood sucking beggars with outstretched hands. I think that I shall have a stink and tell the world before I blink that all is well as well can be So kiss my glass and bow to me. Just below my drunken stem Connected to my brain, my friend You know the one that makes you bumble and people laugh each time you stumble. Down upon your royal spot Licking your wounds with all you've got Until you get right back up again With a head that aches & pounds & spins. And I think that I shall pour another in honor of my departed mother and dad as well who passed away Here's to where they are today. Be they high up in the sky Or somewhere quite unfathomed Beyond our wildest hopes and dreams And the completely unimagined. Where now I reek & no longer speak from too much of this brew where the ice is melting rapidly on folks like me and you. So one last toast before we're ghosts and life was a sweet chardonnay... Here's to those who brought us here And all their love along the way.