if i could have but one more drink, i think id drink to everythink,
and everythink being what it were, to being here and being her,
would drink and sit and talk and think,
to drink id have to sit and think,
to sit and think and have a drink would cause unsightly mess i think,
and so i think ill sit and drink, and remember what memories may,
oh but to sit and think and sip a drink, and have a think,
and wild does my heart shrink, to sit amoungst the think and drink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem