One for the Road

That was it, downed and gone now, no more

An empty glass, the finish that actually begins

Each year, tradition dictates the final drink

Guinness, the black gold, nectar of the gods

Now gone, my final drink, my last glass

June has faded away into the past tense

Before long the month of July rises up

A month to reflect, a time to be … dry

No more drinking for me until the eighth

Raise the funds, to help fight the big ‘C’

Proudly I will say, in remembrance of dad

'Nothing for me thanks, I am Dry this July'

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