Thursday, 3 January 2013


Drink up my friends, another round.
And drink again till you find the ground.
Laugh and sing and brawl and fight.
Hug, make up. Do it all tonight.

Young and free, our spirits high,
never wanting to say goodbye.
Dare me anything; I’ll know no fear,
just as long as my friends are near.

Blood burns, burning bright.
Seek love now in the pale moon light.
Yes or no, it’s the thought that counts.
But if yes, at least we could mount

a trophy, a notch on the bed.
After, of course, we rest our aching heads.

by Fraser Miller