Aged Like Wine Comments
Years go by like a purple blur of time,
As when the ripest grapes are turned,
Into the most luscious and aged wine!
Then memory itself often comes calling,
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Good one. As we mellow with age we find some things we held dear are not that important. Youthful exuberance wanes like cheap wine. Wisdom and understanding matures like expensive red wine. Great metaphor
Well said, Deluke. Wisdom and the joy of looking back are the delights of old age. thank you so much.
You have said it all So unforgettably and so lovely! A very great poem!
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8/3/2025 3:49:00 AM # 1.0.0
Well written poem Evelyn! Once again!
You're very kind. Thank you.