Author Clinton Scollard Life, the revealer, mixed a draught, And brimmed a cup for me; I raised it to my lips and quaffed The whole unquestioningly. For be the brew or peace or strife, The wine or joy or pain, The inescapable cup of life We each and all must drain. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments