Poetic Interlude XXII

I toast my few remaining friends

That I can’t seem to lose

(Though loyal to the utter end

They don’t support my views)

The spin and spurn my brethren

From pristine, primrose, pews.

The holy fire still comes to me

From lonely time to time

Though all I love is lost at sea,

And I am drowned in wine -

I cannot fall to apathy:

Tomorrow will be mine.

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