The rooms are almost empty.
It was a good place
to forge a career.
Time to move on.
Within these walls
I bottled a variety
of elixirs…
Grief and joy,
depression and apathy –
all stoppered and racked.
Sometimes the cork would fly
drenching us with some vintage
or other.
Today we leave the bottles behind.
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ent!
Phil
Gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteDon't worry! At the new place you'll still have elixirs bottled within the walls.
ReplyDeleteLife goes on.
Oh oh oh oh I love it! Absolutely rrrroooollllled through my mind.
ReplyDeleteGreat stuff! Here's to many more new bottles!
ReplyDeleteNew bottles, new grapes, a new vintage, a new taste..I'm with you on that..on all that newness.
ReplyDeleteWe're feelin' ya.
ReplyDeleteLoved this poem, it really speaks to me!
ReplyDeleteOn with the new and may your new place be blessed with joy and happiness.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the visit, I really appreciate it.
If you want to talk to me about surgery, just let me know, I could make a list of things needed that they do not tell you about.
My second PT day went well and then all evening it was throbbing.
Please let me know how I can help you.
God bless.