Osiris, brother, guardian of denial,
Lover of all virtue and of fun,
My greatest joy is when with you a while I tarry when the morn has just begun.
With ham and eggs and toast we greet the day, Drink coffee and review the world’s affairs, Or grill a barbecue beside the bay,
Forgetting for an hour or more life’s cares. You joke and laugh and wryly sum men’s follies. You tell me that my company’s a joy.
Yours, is, too, dear brother. All my worries Fly when you are with me, dearest boy.
What will I do, Osiris, if you leave me?
As Isis grieved, your leaving too would grieve me.