Men are thus made

Men are thus made

Samuel S. Adams

Witting and unwitting, it’s that spark we seek,

Delight and dread wake to test its heat,

For many, yesteryear lingers towards times fleeting grin,

For some, the road less traveled, grit from within,

Tailwinds under full sail for the crowds riding high,

Who wanders the narrows, into the wind and darkened sky,

Only when the bulwark slips beneath,

Our eyes find their smile, there is no retreat,

Hither and Thither, off we go,

We guide the mess, the listing, the to and the fro,

At the helm, above the howl, we shout HARD TO PORT!

Men are thus made when the time is too short,

Red morning, good morning, the course has been set,

Abandon the ship, in our minds whispers the depths,

Oh dear, we dare, my darling, goodnight,

The waves crash down, the horizon in sight,

Reefing! FURL THE SAILS, this wind brings us home,

No other has set the table for both friend and foe.