Friendship's Wine
Friendship's Wine
From comity's grape comes the wine
that so enchanted our lips,
and stimulated our palate
with every precious sip.
From the golden years
far back in the day
comes the precious knowing
that we each have found our way.
We met in fate's vinyard
while plying our life's trade,
each embracing the other's
respect, readily displayed
From our last sip of the wine,
when it's poured, red and dry,
know our friendship shall endure
beyond our last goodbye.
Copyright © John Newlin | Year Posted 2018
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