The mysterious bouquet
Of past vintage years
Has an allure so strong
That the prohibition
Could cause more harm
Than the intoxication.
Please give me just a sip
And I shall be content
Knowing that it is no longer
Forbidden.
Please let me share a drop
Of whatever lies behind
The locked door.
Please let me into your secret heart.
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Someone on Facebook decided that this poem was ‘abusive’, so Facebook barred the link. Some very sick people out there. This was written to my second wife’s father in 1978…
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