Thursday, 21 May 2015


Walking through life´s seasons of wine,

Remembering & recalling passing of time,

Childhood fun & those wine coloured lollies,

With no time for worries & no thought of follies.


Youth was time of wine & gentle soft whispers,

The world our oyster, & all glowed & glistered,

Sipping our life from pink & rose bubbled glasses,

Watching the world go by, as it so quickly passes.


Last sacraments sipped, from the old wine of ages,

Blessed & forgiven, by all the churchmen of sages,

Now ending in ruby-red libation, of dry sapid must,

The seasons of life´s wine, now merely dust to dust.


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