But you can have a glass full:
Of stormy weather that blows your thoughts away,
Or the glimmering dawn and the drinking in of the new,
And the splosh of cool sea on skin,
When you finally got past going in,
And the hot gasp of Russian drink,
And the riotous rumba that followed,
And the draught of youth in the memory dip,
And the hidden tipple under age,
And the tepid tea of sheer content
And to hell with anything else,
And the drinking in at every pore
When you finally knew it was love.
A poem by Roger Farnworth, a supporter of The Kindu Trust
and Empress Mentewab School.