To Truly Love and Drink the Cold, Cold Beer

To Truly Love and Drink The Cold, Cold Beer What I once was and just why I survived I remember a life so damn contrived. Reaching for moon and stars in the skies as time ate onward, loud my soul cries. There was this ache that had to be fed I remember vividly each treasure in bed. Reaching for ever more, such great pleasures as time ate onward, heart lost treasures. Then came pride that most vicious master I remember forced me to race ever faster. Reaching for more laurels to feed appetites as time ate onward, greater were the fights. Later revenge on the world was the new call I remember punishing many, me most of all. Reaching for a deeper, harder kind of pain as time ate onward, all folly made so plain. I gave up the war, the race, the endless fights what I once was and just why I am now here. Now I miss most dearly on hot August nights is to truly love and drink that cold, cold beer! Robert J. Lindley, 02-22-2015 Note: Truth in the telling my friends......