Na Zdrowie! (Cheers!) Poem by Patrick Czyz

When the sun sleeps behind the sky
And as time of night flys by,
Wake up and cherish your gold today.
Arise to work. Leave the door. Release a sigh.
And remember to get rich or die tryin'.

When daylight soaks itself upon land,
Return home-it's just another day.
At dinner time, raise the glass,
Focus on its glint of gold
And on the wealth of supper plates.

See all the colors.
Taste the present food.
Touch tomorrow's hand of hope.
This is it. This is all the wealth.
To your heath!