.The Bitters
they are scaling mountains
sailing across the seas
they dreamed they would sail
they are finding love in autumn
giving recitals, getting fit,
winning awards, expanding
achieving, getting promoted
while I am digging this hole
one shovelful at a time
a little deeper everyday
Hmmm. It's time to pour
out this sour grape
into the grieving earth, open to
Merlot, Shabatz, something
with richness and body
tip my glass to
the new.
(I think I am in a mood.)
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