After gently swirling it around
I let it trickles down with a gurgling sound.
My lovely crimson compound!!
I sit and stare with my glass in the air
Feeling like Fred Astaire
Deep in thought, yet unaware!!
I tip my glass to let time pass
And pour the last of my burgundy draft!!
Just once more I return to the door
Leading to my secret store
Of “Ruby Galore.”
Not to presume, but I wish gloom and doom
Were as easy to consume as this alcoholic maroon.
Tilt my head, bottle to my lips
Pungent smell, strawberry kiss
A sweeter remedy could never exist!!
It’s the only concoction I dare to ingest
Better to take sips between each breath
Than to slit wrists and risk bleak death!!
A few more ounces followed by bed
Is all it takes to clear my head.
Here’s to laughter, here’s to sorrow
Here’s to more red wine tomorrow!!
by Mario Wade
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