The Toast
It doesn’t matter if things are going the way you want them;
get used to appraise the greatness of small things.
Stop pause, and raise your glass to honor this very moment.
for:
All that for which you bruised your hands and wearied your limbs,
For which you beat back the beast inside you,
For which you defied a mocking world.
For all that can be cherished from this world,
and all that makes life worth living.
Copyright © Francisco Lopez | Year Posted 2019
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