There’s wisdom in what’s dulcet,
And wisdom in what’s tart.
The old grow ripe with longing
For youth’s resilient heart.
Time proves our ground of being
To be both false and stale.
Come, my friend, let’s toast the dead
With green and bitter ale.
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #184
More Poetry Pantry #425 at Poets United