Please bring me wine in a bottle
I want to drink it until I am more like Aristotle,
Instead of being ignorant, I want to be a philosopher
Maybe then I can forget about my worries, and her.
I don't want to get drunk by drinking beer
It gives me no class, and it brings me no cheer,
So, please bring me some of your finest wine
And if you want to, you can bring it with a stein.
Please pour me a glass of wine
Place it on my tabletop before I dine,
Who knows, but tomorrow I might go off to a war
And then I won't be heard from or seen from no more.
But, on my lips there will be that lasting taste
Which won't be a kiss, but was prepared without hate or haste,
And I will remember the server that brought me my drink
She'll receive my last tip, and my very last wink.
Randy L. McClave
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