As the days of our lives slip slowly by, we take sips from the wine glass of time, poured from a bottle that is labelled as Life. So drink slowly my friends, savour each sip, Enjoy the moments of life on your lips. Sometimes it’s bitter, sometimes it’s sweet. Taste them all to remember. for when the bottle is running low, you know It must soon be time to go.
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Slainte! Hope the bottle is a big one. Lovely poem Darrell.
“wine glass of time “ lovely
Cheers Martin 🍷
I raise a glass to the poet. Nicely done