THE TOAST I and all my friends Grouped around "Set em' up again If excuse can be found" Rain beats on the roof Sad eyes looking so aloof Dionysus says he can take no more, "Lift me from the floor And let me go" In came a man Whiskey flask tumbling in his hand, Everyone could see his lonesome misery, But "leave the bottle be" Spoke solemn sobriety "What's this I hear" said the soul Reaching for a beer Takes his mug down from the shelf Dusting off himself Says "my minds no better clear" "Let's drink again" Spoke the smiling face Savoring the taste "Lift your glasses high to the direction we must fly, And to the earth, To which we surely must return M. Mitchell