Happy Hour

I received a vintage bottle
of wine, from a time gone past;
each time it tastes much sweeter
erasing "quick"! The drop 'twas last.

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At the present, I'm indulging
my parched throat to a stout, ale "gift";
'twas from my hairdresser/mechanic,
guess she thought I needed a lift.

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As I "age" my own proclivity
has me leaning away from beer,
and wine's too tempermental
causing a melancholy tear.

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So, in my up & coming future
sour mash whiskey will do, "fine";
it's strength will erase that taste of ale,
not to mention, that sugary wine!

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For in life's grandest scheme of things
I am no "quitter", won't even try;
hence, I'm forever cursed
to take libations "til I die !