Wonder where life is leading…
Do not weaken as the years go by
When life puts the pressure on
simply make sour grapes into wine
In the forgotten cellar of time
age is a desired trait… not fate
In this climate there is change
the atmosphere need not stagnate
There is a fermenting elixir brewing
as contents of dusty bottles quicken
Uncorked the bouquet… breathe deeply
pour into the goblet of life… and begin
Sip slowly and feel a warming glow
be aware that the world is spinning
Remember grape vines bursting with joy
Say goodnight to the day... still grinning
10/12/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem