Preaching To Myself

Full is the quiver when sharp is the spear Be downcast in slivers, take a huge slice of cheer Starve a harsh tongue; it withers the ear Mourn with a river of tears Shiver with joy and not fear The man who delivers, lives in the clear Good scriveners scribe in multiple spheres Be a forgiver of those in arrears Protect the liver from too many beers Always give praise to the Giver of years