The Toast by Charles J Hannan Raise your glass and drink Drink to the masses of people without Without homes to live or food to eat Those souls under the overpass Freezing to death Drink to the fact that you're able to sit down and read this To respond in a manner so you chose With slippers upon your feet Coffee or tea A warm bed near Drink to the soldiers dying every day in a most hostile enviroment Were anyone could be wired to explode Putting life on the line just hanging around Brave isn't a big enough word Lift your glass and drink Drink to your family on every occasion For this is your blood and heritage A Godsent Your purpose Drink to our friendship as poets in a great society To lend a hand to each other and keep supreme company The beautiful thoughts and intriguing writ Such talent swirls like wind in here Don't drink and drive 12/26/2003 Posted on 12/26/2003 Copyright © 2025 Charles J Hannan Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Anne Engelen on 12/27/03 at 04:54 PM yeah don't drink and drive...drink and WRITE!! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)