I’m like a fine red wine.Getting richer, deeper, more palatable as I get older.
And yet
I’m left, unopened,on display for all to see.So damned desirable, nobody wants to swallow me.
But still
I’d rather be a cheap red wine, taken and enjoyed thirstily with not a thought for tomorrows hangover or regret.








This is good. To stay on the shelf, getting better and longing to be enjoyed.
Thanks for the kind words.
This is really good, Peter. Damn good.
Thanks …..sometimes the best words are the ones with the least effort….they are the truest.💋
Truth 🙂