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The Wine of Life

The past has 
flown out the window
   The present is full of sorrow
   Look to the future 
for a taste of the  
   sweet wine of life 
Your tears will change to laughter
  if you focus on what is to come
Tomorrow - looming ahead like 
    a bright shining star
is something we should never
    lose sight of 
Let the dance begin!
   Let the songs be sung!
Let the wine of life 
   be poured 
         into gorgeous goblets of 
purest gold!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Kendrick Avatar
May 19, 2014 at 11:49 AM
Enjoyed reading one of your best this afternoon..I am glad that I chose it to read..Yes, good wine deserves a fine gold goblet..Thanks for stopping by..Sara
La Traille Avatar
September 14, 2012 at 11:19 PM
I love this poem it was very beautiful : )
Hu Avatar
August 9, 2012 at 1:25 AM
positivity all the way.Good write.Thanks again for yor comments
Mac Donald Avatar
July 31, 2012 at 1:32 PM
This is touchingly sweet, Matthew! I think I will re-read this one often.:) Oh, thank you for the comment, I could so hug you!! You nailed it with your comment...the woodland ecosystem.:)) Hope you'll have a great and fun time in Vermont...we see the Adirondack mountains across the lake from us. Not so visible though on muggy days. Love Vermont! Have a fine holiday..Mikki :)
Neels Avatar
July 22, 2012 at 11:24 AM
Could not agree more with your sentiments in this write Matthew :)
Horne Avatar
July 21, 2012 at 10:41 AM
so true - lovely write, my friend
Flanagan Avatar
July 19, 2012 at 1:53 PM
Like this one alot! ~Tammy~
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