The Days Of Wine And Roses Poem by Suzette Richards

If Time could turn the clock back; hold onto
the memories of yesteryear's echo.
Again we feast on lavish game banquets,
and Bacchus couldn't put a foot wrong then.
It being reminiscent o' best of times;
the call to drink, mellifluous in tone.
Compare this then to everyday events,
and problems that might seem now trivial.
Before the promised lure might bar entrance,
and death's miasma overpowers all;
before we fade and eyes become opaque;
to once more hear your dulcet melody.
The tongues of lambent flames extinguished;
they are not long, the days of wine and roses.*