Age Is A Desired Trait Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

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