Fine Wine ….. <br /> <br />Circumstance might have brought you here <br />But I'm so sorry, you just don't belong my dear, <br />but don't fret or be sore, <br />it can't be helped, you’re quality at your very core. <br />You’re the eagle flying so high, <br />we the ducks waddling and slow. <br /> <br />You the Rolls Royce we the Pintos, <br />Chevy's and Fords, <br />You’re the Country and I'm just on Tour. <br /> <br />I'm the cow that got to dance with the deer <br />How fortunate was I to end up here. <br /> <br />You the stallion running with the mule, <br />Slowing down to let me catch up, don't say it's not true, <br />Your fine wine, and I am the cup.<br /><br />Kimberly Woodward<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fine-wine-2/
