Not a roar of triumph or defeat,
A roar of joyous laughter!
Rapturous hearts in heat.
Friends gathered near a pub.
Drinking to good times and the worse.
Grinning cheers turn somber.
Old minds thinking of an old verse.
"I am tomorrow, of some future day,
what I establish today.
I am today, what I established yesterday
or some previous day."
Irish proverbs by humble Joyce.
Tomorrow we look forward,
For today we drink to what was,
What is, our moment forward.
Miles into the air, a roar.
Not a roar of triumph or defeat,
A roar of joyous laughter!
Rapturous hearts in heat.
Drinking to times of good,
worse, and celebrating true heart.
Drunkard friends we raise our laughs!
Pathetically singing moments that never part.
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