At last, on life’s long pub crawl
– Exactly where I don’t recall,
I finally crossed taste’s Rubicon
And left my youth behind
In sweeter shallows of the easy kind.
And at a darker Solstice now did halt
To drink scorched earth, dark rubied malt
Embracing, we are told, the bitter hops of fate
Now surging transubstantiate,
Its tidal foam running back from caramel sands
To fathoms of adult darkness.
And in this first communion, my mission now complete,
Absorbed full realization, that life is bitter sweet.