Drink to mans lofty hopes my friend
think of ourselves as something great
Where we pretend starvation’s end
as beauties walk and watch our gait


Fill the glass and drink your repose
we were both good sinners as well
Living our lives as we suppose
one foot in heaven, one in hell


Wine is better for us than bran
it takes the bitter from the scorn
With each drink grows a bigger man
each bottle downed and one is born


We tipped the glass to innocence
as the light reflected each face
Circling embers in suspense
around the campfires of our race


So take the cheer and fill it up
as masters of the universe
And think it not on empty cup
nor to brothers with empty purse


May god forgive our foolishness
we talked of many things that night
But what we lacked was loves caress
and cheer of child within our sight


Thinking we were not life’s keeper
we never worried on their end
For why would we fear the reaper
nor did we help a single friend


Don't wait till your life is all done
to learn the lessons of a fool
Know the rewards of self are none
where love of others is the rule


Tate
Original version with music
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