Of the thousand and one things I should
consider getting done today I will choose
just one. In the scheme of things to come
it’s no delay, merely a matter of fey choice.
With conviction I say I am master of my own
ship, captain of my fate. Destiny can wait.
Today, I decree, is for beer making – not as
you might suspect for me, in fact I prefer
red wine. It is for a friend of mine whose need
exceeds all rational explication; he is a small
man with prodigious thirst, and when he
offered to assist in the making I relented.
He has left me with nine tins of malt to brew
into a bitter beer – 210 litres of Prince’s cheer
best bottled and capped to rest for no less than
three weeks. And on the day for sampling
we will join as one, sip a brew or seventeen,
reminisce of yesteryear.
© 30 April 2007, I.D. Carswell
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