Broke Dream Wine

Let’s drink a toast to broken dreams
With wine I made for you.
Fifty years ago, it seems,
I racked this bottled brew.

My youth, so full of dreams and goals,
Has given way to now.
Old age, weak body and small soul:
A mind that wonders ‘how?’

So lift a glass with me and toast
To my now faded flower.
Oh Dear! I can no longer boast.
My homemade wine’s gone sour.

And now, let’s raise another glass 
To those not into wishin’.
A broken heart won’t come to pass
For those with no ambition.

KennyDN www.kennydn.com