was enough to make you wretch
you remember how it was
but with time, we learned to savor
you and I, the bitters of the draught
the fond recollection on the tongue
when all was lost.
and life, like beer, it seems
flows equally as sweet, don't you think
from the hollows of the wood
the aging of the barrel
the passing of the mug from hand to hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My first taste of beer (that I remember) was around the age of 3.........through the years I acquired quite a taste for it. Although the sight of it turns my stomach, my mouth will always betray me with it's uncontrollable watering. Strange how certain poems can touch you in ways they probably weren't intended. Great write Laurence. Sincerely, Mary