Ho! Leave not your glass half-full
Guzzle it and drain your groove
And replenish another - once more
This time - in a fancier kingly carafe
Not a dilapidated tankard of rum
And be sure in the moon's delight
To hold high that grail - and toast
Toast aye - the glass of life
For, ever there will be, yet
Another in time to scuffle
Through history's assembly
Cherry-pick his finest - and
Nourish from your very stock.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tariq, such a fine poem👍👍👍