by Karl Flaster (1905 - 1965)

Language: English 
Life is a swift, deep river.
Flowing ever towards the sea.
Far flung on its foaming bosom
ride the souls of you and me.

Full swift the dead by current,
Faint not for want of breath
But come! Let us be merry
Drink! For Tomorrow, death!


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This text was added to the website: 2020-01-11
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