The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Still within reach

Seems nothing much changes
     when you look out from vestibules;
The grass always looks greener
     if the rich ones make all the rules.
You can walk many miles,
     moving far from your precious youth,
Yet those men won't tell you
     if you will ever find the truth.

Signs on the avenue
     try to tell you which way to go
And yet it's always hard
     when the arrow can't find the bow.
Even prints in the sand
     will someday be washed out to sea;
Some may say they've been lost
     while others swear they've been set free.

Age is just memory
     that has carried you through the years,
Might serve you in good times
     or leave you knee deep in arrears.
Daily dues will accrue,
     each penny is to be repaid,
While all the plans of man
     will not be accepted in trade.

When it comes to move
     take only what it is you'll need;
Leave the baggage behind,
     there's no need for the weight of greed.
Keep the contacts at hand,
     those of your relatives and friends;
They are the keys of life
     upon which your freedom depends.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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