What if I only had a year to live?
I’d quit my day job,
throw myself into a poetic frenzy,
leave a literary mess
of wine stained pages
for someone else to clean up.
What if I had five years to live?
It’d be too soon to quit the day job,
not having sufficient savings,
and too far from the end
to even bother counting the sips
left ’til the bottom of the glass.
What if I had ten years left?
Being a man of a certain age
that’s not unreasonable
yet I still treat days
as though they grew on vines,
plucking sweet and juicy hours
ignoring the end of the row.
With no heaven in which to rest
and no hell to fear
I shall treat my remaining years
like the final case
from an abandoned vineyard,
with only so many bottles
left to savor and share.
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(Happy National Poetry Month! This is a well-rejected poem that deserves to be read.)

If a well-rejected poem was worth reading, I might pair it with Zinfandel.
Cheers!
DD
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Salud, DD!
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Well done! Pass the bottle please, it you have a sweet rose
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Thank you, JM! My fridge is full of sweet wines.
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I . . . would have never rejected this piece.
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You need to quit that aggravating job you have now and go into publishing!
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I shall be resigning soon, prayerfully. But I can’t find anything in publishing, editing, or writing. *Sighs*
Such is this life.
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Sorry to read that.
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Just had an image of you and poet Dylan Thomas reciting poetry and drinking wine together. ππ»
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I’m honored to share even an image with Dylan Thomas. Thank you, Michele!
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You’re very welcome, Bart. It’s what came to mind. Great image of you two poets! β¨
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I would hope you’d join us to make three poets.
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So glad you asked! Thank you! What fun that would be!
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Keep your eye on Dylan, he gets a little handsy when he drinks.
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Thank you for the heads up. May have to use my poet ninja skills! π₯·π»
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Love this poem.
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So glad. Thank you, Maggie.
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My pleasure Bart
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Enjoy yourself….. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kx0W42-2pds
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I’m trying. I’m trying…
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I love how time expands and mellows over your poem!
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The first verse brought echoes of ‘…always at my back I hear/Time’s winged chariot hurrying near…’
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Excellent observation. The impermanence of life is a long standing theme in poetry. Thanks!
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So beautiful and true!
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Thanks, Dawn! Let’s hope we have plenty of bottles left.
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Well done, Bart. Truly words to live (and die) by.
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Thank you very much, Professor! I’m glad you approve.
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WOW Bartholomew, definitely these thoughts make you ruminate about mortality. So drink the wine! π·πΎπ₯
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Thanks, Kym! Mortality is much on my mind these days. So is the wine…
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πππ€£ LOL Bartholomew, I think many of us feel the same way as you do my friend. For now, we’ll focus on the wine! π·ππΌπΎ
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“Enjoy the fruits” is what I’m hearing! And YES, to that! :)
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Enjoy them before they rot unless they’re grapes. In that case, you can enjoy them after they rot too!
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That is EXACTLY the fruit I meant! ;)
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