Get Your Premium Membership

The Last Barrel

Like wine, these older days are vintage Aging, as each days number declines Ripe in the tannin of what remains Rich in the sweetness of time now past The vines to wither —in memory lost (The New Room: May, 2021)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things