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Glass of Sparkling Red Wine

Here sits the Old Man with his glass of sparkling red wine,
pondering what happened to his life and time.
Faded childhood memories of playing marbles in the sand.
Mixed days of  fear and glory in the jungles of that far off land.

Busy days of earning, marriage, fatherhood.
Playing with his children, fishing  everyday he could.

Those were the days and he thought they would never end.
Yet, end they  did!
Now his golden years have turn to lead, tears of regret now
haunt his reverie, as he looks into the mirror and wanders,
what happened to that young man of yesteryear?

As he sips his glass of sparkling red wine he wonders if it
was all real, if so, then why was it now all over the hill?
It all past so fast, now all he has left are his memories so
kind and his glass of sparkling red wine, and every thing
else is just dust in the wind!

Jackie R. Kays

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