People Change Constantly Like Aging Wine Poem by Mark Heathcote

People change—constantly like maturing wine.
Either they turn bitter or sour or slowly refine
Or else are mixtures between all three
Ask them to remember something bitter.
Truth is tainted, to another addressee.
Ask them to remember something sour.
Then the fruits of their memories bower
Ask them to remember something just perfect.
Tongues stammer, speechless to reflect
People change—constantly like maturing wine.
So like heavenly stars, all have to realign.
Either they turn bitter or sour or slowly refine
Or else are mixes between all three
Ask them to remember something bitter.
Truth is tainted, to another addressee.
So yes, people are changing constantly.