A Wine’s Life:

Glass bottle contains me
Putting me on display
Waiting ever patiently
For someone to whisk me away

Alas, there is a hand
Firmly grabbing hold
A voice happily remarks
This one is quite old

Suddenly the pressure eases
The air I can finally breathe
As I’m poured into the atmosphere
I feel more glass capture me

Now everything is swirling
I’m being sniffed and sipped
Longing to be back in the bottle
Not in someone’s belly – adrift

gj