Labels: true frienship
Friendship is like fine wine.
Each mellow with age
The bottom of the barrel yields grappa
Grappa is a distinct taste that only men appreciate
While women prefer the lighter, bubbly, taste of champagne
Friendship weathers the eye of the storm
Soft spoken words elude to younger days past
When energy was serial and no dare was met unchallenged
Though many years have passed, we often feel like torn souls
We all come out of the sea afloat like drifting on to the next
Crisis or rising from the ashes with the Phoenix
We stand proud knowing we are friends for life
We have matured with age, like fine wine in the bottom of the barrel
One might say 'we are good until the last drop'
