A TOAST TO ETERNITY
© David W. Baumgardner, 1977Raise your glass on high, my friend,
To things that are meant to be.
Drink a Toast to Us, my friend,
two Souls matched through Eternity.
Listen to me well, my friend,
I'll tell you what you've dreamed,
Mind and body know, my friend,
Times and places that you've seen.
In shadowed cave, by firelight,
I painted on the walls,
Your Visions came from smoking herbs,
Shamen, we, Neanderthal.
Ere Vikings ever strode our land,
Ere the mighty Romans fell,
Painted blue, we led our clan,
And burst great Hadrians' Wall!
With Wellington, at Waterloo,
Our kilts at knees aswirl,
We raced behind the thundering Greys,
And died to the pipers' skirl.
O'er a girl we deuled, in '66,
Bright-badged Sheriff, Grey ex-soldier,
Because her heart could not decide,
Lead Death we dealt each other.
In the burning sands of El Alamein,
I stood atop my Panzer,
And when the British topped the rise,
I grinned at you, my Gunner.
Once more we are Well Met!, my friend,
No War to call us hither,
So fill your glass once more, my friend,
And drink a Toast, Soul-brother!
Though our blood does not make us kin,
We sons of different Fathers,
Our Souls are paired through time, it seems,
We sons of different Mothers.
So raise your glass on high, my friend,
To things that are meant to be!
And drink a Toast to Us, my friend,
And a Toast, to Eternity!
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