A CUP OF WINE
We drink to dull the pain of our existence
Escape the grind of earning our daily bread
Our labors are rewarded with mere pittance
At night, around the edges we sense the dread.
A cup of wine to help forget our sorrows
For little joy is left in living this life
Yesterday, today, and for all tomorrows
So full of bitter regret, remorse, and strife.
No longer do we sing of our defiance
No longer do we rage ‘gainst the dying light*
Beauty has been replaced by pragmatic science
Imagination no longer takes its flight.
Let us embrace the pain of our existence
If we feel, it means that we are still alive
Let us stand up and fight in our resistence
After truth, love, and beauty fully strive.
*from “Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night” by Dylan Thomas