Drink up, to the memories long put away
Cheers to the moments that went too astray
Place napkin on lap, chin high, eyes forward
Look now to the future we graze toward
When evening meal fills, and our pretense is gone
Perhaps you can tell me what really went wrong
Such grace and such show for a table for two
Which is the gentleman, which is the fool?
No time for rehearsal, no time for fake words
Thank you God for this blessing, or is it a curse?