A Toast To Wine

Plump grapes patiently wait on their vines To be plucked in the prime of life Give a toast to this spirit sublime Oh the joy of sipping away the days decline Eagerly pop open the cork with my pocketknife Plump grapes patiently wait on their vines The sweet aroma permeates the air enshrined Thoughts unfocused, attention is rife Give a toast to this spirit sublime Spirited dancing late, not caring of time Such a joy- this barhopping nightlife Plump grapes patiently wait on their vines Succulent, lovely wine- my lover and concubine Feeling no need for a nagging wife Give a toast to this spirit sublime Our devout affair leaves no time Shrugging off hideous daily strife Plump grapes patiently wait on their vines Give a toast to this spirit sublime