Acetum
I remember you
Like a fine wine
Your soul was bold
Your style was flavorful
Even now
The memory of you
Lingers joyfully
on the pallet
Sweat and bubbly In your youth
Complex with a deep soulful aroma
As you aged
I remember you
Like a fine wine
Whom or what
Pored this acid into you
After everything you have been through
This is what you have become
you stand before me
Insolent and Bitter
Refusing help and wallowing in sorrow
Reeking from the stench of planned
(or maybe accomplished )
Vengeance
I remember you
Like a fine wine
Whom or what has done this to you
Why have you let this happen
Whom or what has turned you
from a fine wine
To
Vinegar
What have you become.
©Christopher F. Brown 2011
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