Our goblet
We shall lay no longer in silent rest
Though whispered words, good-by;
As winter in its dark repose
Waits…
Till we drink our goblet dry
Still gaze with eyes that often see
And brush back your hair of gold,
For here wait all illusions held
When emotions hurry by
Now gone this day to twilight
Then after that to dark,
As recollections from our memories wait
Till we drink our goblet dry
By m.n.
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Cooking with my true chef’s touch
Its why I like my food so much
All the time it hit’s the spot
You’d think it was a master plot
Olive oil and everything
Oh what joy some food can bring
You can roast it, toast it
Or chill it and grill it
Depends on what your going to plate
To serve food hot please don’t be late
Desserts will come when dinner is done
Some food is chilled I’ll have to run
Time to clean the mess that’s made
And put away my big chefs blade
I’ll go for drinks and socialize
Yes I drink its no surprise
I’ll eat and drink then get some rest
To this my friends they will attest
Its time to rest and close my eyes
All I see is food what a surprise
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