Vintage - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Vintner waits for the new stuff.
Vineyard girls in bloom
and their rouge on cheeks like vine.
He who repents as his youth is gone.
Not like earlier with a glass or two
he will be knockout.
But he likes vine to forget the knotty life!
His dignity is going for a song.
And the soulless man who idles
at tavern doors dreaming
an old friend will offer him a drop.
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