A Toast To You Poem by Michael J Williams

My glass is empty, what shall I do?
Fill it again, and I'll drink a toast to you!
My mind is muddled, though my heart is true
Please give me pause to think it through
I will find a way to drink a toast to you!
I like the numbness; it makes me calm
It helps me sleep at night, beyond the dawn
Pleasant stupor please advance me through
That I exist another day or two
Damn the headaches, they ring so loud
Heaven help me stand high, stand proud
My whole being feels drained and blue
I'm going to drink another toast to you!