The Bitter Taste of Life
The mist of life still clouds my eyes
Through the laughter sorrows and sighs
And with each breath and passing day
So much nearer to my demise
Childhood dreams simplistic and fine
Are now destined to age like wine
But grapes produce a bitter taste
After withering on the vine
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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