CHEERS AND BEERS

TO GOOD FRIENDS

TO GRAMMAR AND HIGH SCHOOL AND
COLLEGE WE WENT,
WITHOUT EVER THINKING OF WHAT
IT ALL MEANT

THE DAYS AND NIGHTS SPENT
SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS,
WE NEVER REALLY THOUGHT THAT
THOSE TIMES WOULD END.

WE TALKED ABOUT SCHOOL AND HOW
WE WISHED WE WERE DONE,
BUT NEVER STOPPED TO THINK
THAT WE'D MISS ALL THE FUN.

WAKING UP AT NOON WITH NOTHING TO DO,
SKIPPING A CLASS BECAUSE YOU
WERE OUT UNTIL TWO.

GOING TO THE BARS AND NOT
HAVING TO DRIVE,
GETTING UP THE NEXT MORNING,
BARELY ALIVE.

STARTING DEBATES ON ALL SORTS
OF THINGS, FRAT PARTIES, KEG-STANDS, AND
MEANINGLESS FLINGS.

COMING BACK FROM CLASS AND
TAKING A NAP, GOING TO CLASS IN A BASEBALL CAP.

THESE WERE THE THINGS WE FORGOT
WE WOULD MISS, WE NEVER KNEW LIFE WOULD
TURN OUT LIKE THIS.

NOW IT IS WORK, FIVE (SEVEN) DAYS IN A ROW,
WE DRINK LESS BEER, WE DRINK MORE JOE

WE COME HOME AT NIGHT YEARNING
TO REST, FOR COME THE NEXT WE MUST
BE THINKING OUR BEST.

WE WORRY ABOUT STUPID THINGS
AND WE'RE ALWAYS ON THE RUN,
SINCE WHEN SHOULD A JOB ROB
US OF FUN?

THERE ARE SEVEN DAYS IN A
WEEK, NOT JUST TWO,
SO LET'S STOP ACTING LIKE WE
HAVE SO MUCH TO DO.

EVERY NIGHT SHOULD BE FUN,
EVERY DAY EMBRACED.
LET'S ALL STOP THIS
RIDICULOUS RACE.

"LIFE IS TOO SHORT," WE'VE ALL
HEARD IT SAID.
"THE BEST YEARS HAVE PASSED,"
IS INGRAINED IN OUR HEADS.

JOBS COME AND GO, FRIENDS WILL
ALWAYS BE HERE,
SO GRAB A COUPLE OF OLD ONES
AND GO GET A BEER.