Raise My Glass

The clouds taste like nostalgia
And the food looks like memories
So I’ll raise my glass to what’s gone.

The future smells like promise
And the music feels like opportunity
So I’ll raise my glass to what’s coming.

Our laughter feels like hope
And our hopes feel like reality
So I’ll raise my glass to what is.

But sooner or later
Our glasses stand empty
Our chairs pulled out at our sides.

A final goodbye
A final farewell
And friendships that linger in silence.

Quiet departures from remembering
All the good times and some of the bad,
We watch the sky as we drive.

The clouds all taste like nostalgia
And the roadway looks like memories
So I’ll raise my glass to us all.