Transition Festivity

We live till we die

We live, we think about living, then die

And grapes are always younger than wine;

So, let the champagne flow like a river

Let’s have a spirited celebration,

Right here, right now- a feast for everyone!

What a lovely gathering in its golden age,

On a larger-than-life stage,

With round-the-clock reception,

Filled glasses and bubbly toasts everywhere,

To enable the host to gain our trust

And  share  the  bitter-sweet berries,

black chocolate cake and walnut cookies

with the upper crust.

Raise your glasses, simultaneously,

Let’s hear the cheerful clinking
That would remind us of the living.