For Olde Lang Syne Poem by shimon weinroth

For Olde Lang Syne



with a cup of wine
come dine with me
on thoughts of mine

Baccinal of Dionysus
or more sedate,
wine aged is time of taste

tickle the palate
tittilate the mind
sip from the well of memory

ritual and ceremony
serious and light
wine from her vines

fuzz the senses
cloud the issues
brighten the spirits

raise a cup of wine
for olde langs syne

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