Until the lost drop

Until the last drop (pindaric ode)

Oh woah to his soul, he is a brave boy

Lost to the dull, for he is clever and coy

Savor his life, for it is played like a toy

Until the last drop, falls from his joy

If he shall live, brave is what he is

Nowhere to go, his mind is at bliss

His life is a timer, set from desires

Until the last drop, falls to the fires

He's casteless; adrift; does not even fit

Times wasteful; omit; the fire is lit

Past glimmer's; commit; he is every bit

Until the last drop, falls in the pit

His place; believe; it's where he belongs

Time’s careful; Patience, sings his sad song

Past remembers; vigilance defines not at all

Until the last drop, defines his last fall

He feels alone, but this is not foreign

There is a part of him that just isn't soarin’

A pain reminds him, this emotion roarin’

Until the last drop; reminds him next mornin’

He's never forgotten, despite life's intent

For that one part of him, was life's greatest hint

A pain to remember, but to thrive where he's bent

Until the last drop begins its descent

Two great sides his story does tell

Until the last drop falls down the wishing well