It has been a while,
since my walk to the last mile.
There was so much to do,
But only few ounces of beer could brew.
And all that remaining rye
was left to dry.
There is so much to do
I wish all the beer could brew
And not even a single ounce of rye
would be left to dry.
Though it has been a while,
I have yet to walk my last mile.