The Wine of My Life

In my teens, Boones Farm or Annie Green Springs
was the perfect accompaniment to harsh smokes.
No, not rolled perfectly and, no, not quite legal,
but it helped me appreciate life's little jokes.

In my twenties, with passion hot,
only Burgundies and Chiantis would do.
Thick and bold, like pulsing blood flowing,
life and love merged, as goals did, too.

The thirties and forties were an odd mix
of Merlot and Chardonnay, each perfect, each time.
As the twists and turns of fate required...
They complimented Life's riddle and rhyme.

In my fifties, it's now champagne.
Light, and bubbly, like life's perfect breath,
the bubbles celebrate what I've been through,
the aftertaste, my awareness of death...