Let's hope the shiraz keeps flowing, then....Pp has always enjoyed this simple one by Rainer Maria Rilke
"Death"
Before us great Death stands
Our fate held close within his quiet hands.
When with proud joy we lift Life’s red wine
To drink deep of the mystic shining cup
And ecstasy through all our being leaps -
Death bows his head and weeps.
Any wonder that Pp raises a glass of excellent shiraz to life almost every night? It has kept Jollyrei at bay so far .