Drinking Song

O drink to me with your bright eyes;
let’s celebrate the fruit of vine;
God Bacchus sealed up in a vat
this tasty, noble Riesling wine.
Drink to me; let our glasses rise
and clink in praise of wine from Rhine,
lest faithful love shouldbe forgot,
O dearest friend and wife of mine.

The years rolled by and we turned grey;
what might come next we cannot tell—
but Dear, we lived in harmony—
what’s more, we lived and loved quite well.
Let’s raise our glasses: come what may,
we will drink to this godsent spell,
fine memories of you and me—
before old age sends them to hell.

© 2016 Jerry Kemp

Jerry Kemp

Jerry has written and published two books: A Bouquet of Poetic Thoughts II and Galloping Pegasus, four humorous novellas.  Retired from his horse ranch and other activities, Jerry lives with his wife, two dogs, two cats, and numerous birds at the outskirts of the Sonoran desert in Arizona.  Celebrating his 82nd birthday in October 2016, ignoring the onset of Parkinson’s symptoms, Jerry continues on in his pursuit of happiness. He still paints, enjoys classical music and poetry by the old masters and, of course--writing.