A reflective toast
Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 2:46 am
So we raise our glasses
To this gambler who lost a fortune chasing one
A social worker who became insane nursing others to sanity
A persuasive optimist who lost hope
The maker of cutting remarks who remembered insults received as a child
A brilliant writer of a mounting collection of unpublished work
To his fight against buying a dog and the years afterwards that Buddy slept on his bed
A man who was never wrong in any argument
A philanthropist who donated little if any
This man who deplored consumerism but proudly wore labeled clothes received as gifts
A hater of the daily grind who rarely sat still on days off
An environmentalist who drove a car with a faulty muffler
The finder of happiness in love who got worked up over nothing
To his murderous thoughts about anyone standing in the way of peace
A man who could smell a hypocrite at a distance yet not his own scent
To the days of sex-mad thoughts which were followed by him not being bothered at night
A man whose strong political convictions were stifled by pre-election promises
A habitual list maker as this piece illustrates
Not one to suffer fools, he often acted one
To the times he complained about having to listen to people whinge
A lover of the outdoors who rarely spent more than two nights a year camping
To his great ability to juggle numerous sports all at the press of a button
To years spent exhausted and over-worked driven by memories of time out of work
So let’s bottom our glasses and look at each other in the mirror
To this gambler who lost a fortune chasing one
A social worker who became insane nursing others to sanity
A persuasive optimist who lost hope
The maker of cutting remarks who remembered insults received as a child
A brilliant writer of a mounting collection of unpublished work
To his fight against buying a dog and the years afterwards that Buddy slept on his bed
A man who was never wrong in any argument
A philanthropist who donated little if any
This man who deplored consumerism but proudly wore labeled clothes received as gifts
A hater of the daily grind who rarely sat still on days off
An environmentalist who drove a car with a faulty muffler
The finder of happiness in love who got worked up over nothing
To his murderous thoughts about anyone standing in the way of peace
A man who could smell a hypocrite at a distance yet not his own scent
To the days of sex-mad thoughts which were followed by him not being bothered at night
A man whose strong political convictions were stifled by pre-election promises
A habitual list maker as this piece illustrates
Not one to suffer fools, he often acted one
To the times he complained about having to listen to people whinge
A lover of the outdoors who rarely spent more than two nights a year camping
To his great ability to juggle numerous sports all at the press of a button
To years spent exhausted and over-worked driven by memories of time out of work
So let’s bottom our glasses and look at each other in the mirror
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