Speak of the good days
And all the good times
Quickly.
Time marches on.
Drink the fine vine.
Lift up your cup, be drunk!
The grape was a good year.
Drink long and deeply sample.
The grand year is nearly drank.
Reminisce good times
Over our good wines.
All the good times, if they were,
They are less dead.
The good times are memories
In the drinking of elder men,
As if they exist.
Exactly as if they were.
From the collection, Lost Laughs and Last Lovers
