A Toast to LifeA Poem by PeteNone are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm. - Thoreaublessings counted at each new dawn wrinkles are setting in everything takes a little longer may not be able to fist pump with quite the same steel or sail the ship with a steady, even keel can still thank the almighty with an easy bend and a precious kneel as i fight back with a not so stiff upper cut, a litigating left cross and a knockout zeal not having to think in order to feel in these fast times of driving without touching the wheel life's heavy but it's still a real, good deal grateful for the ability to still kick up a heel opening my milk without breaking the seal cereal with banana and to hell with the peel blessed with credit without having to steal raise your glass and somehow it will be filled look up at the sky, feel the sun 'pon your face and you'll still be thrilled thank god for small miracles earlier and earlier i dream and yawn thank heaven, at least i can still turn the music on © 2026 PeteAuthor's Note
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