NECTAR OF THE GODS


When you sip from the cup,

That hold's the nectar of the Gods.

It surely, does not come free.

As is too often shown,

By the number of times,

You cross the battlefields of life.

Leaving each time,

A small piece, of you behind.

It always has and always will.

Until your war is over!


Eric Valentine Oct 8/99 ©