adulterated…

adulterated

cellar wine bottles
though they look identical
some are now bitter
tainted grapes when bottling
from life’s polluted waters
flowing through the world’s nations
acidic waters
that have hate’s lingering taste
that cannot  be concealed
by history’s polished glass shells
nor the labels shown outside

traits of wines…

on
saturday
i went
to
aunt bea’s
to
drive her
to
her class reunion
on route there
she said
sadly
there won’t
be many folks
there
this year
a few more
have
died
to lighten
the mood some
i parroted
that cliché
about
aging wine
tasting better
aunt bea
said
well
some folks
as
they age
absorb all
of
life’s bitterness
and
become
sour
to their
own existence
leaving
a bad taste
in
the mouths
of
most folks
while
others
gather
from life
all the beauty
they can find
and
so
become
fortified
and
complex human beings
not only
wiser
but
able to touch
all
the senses
with
sweetness