Away upon the fires
dieties have made
brews what man desires,
a recipe that will daze.
Slowly frothing,slowly boiling.
Come now,its no use dallying
make haste,come,taste
and be made, a material unwaste.
The brew of life
simmers gently....
A dash of courage
to fire up your liver
that when lions call,
not at all will you quiver.
A dash of hope
to help you cope
with the ropes of despair
lest they bind you beyond repair.
A splotch of humility;
t'will save your dignitiy
and open up doors,
deigned for only royalty.
In goes a drop of love;
too much and by jove!
a fool you will become.
T'will help you warm the cold confines
of any grouch's secret mines.
A slosh of laughter;
t'will see that you do not shatter
when life's travails
make you numb with its onexpected hails.
Stir,taste,stir,taste,
make haste,come ,taste.
life's brew,all for you.
With this you will remain fore'er true.