Early this morning, he sits hot front of my desk <br />Stared on him and questions accumulated, <br />Why this, why that, why you attract my eyes <br />With your tasty-brewed-hot aroma which makes me uptight! <br /> <br />Aged like the finest wine ever stacked <br />Distilled and refined from raw extracts, <br />Extract which waited days or years to pass <br />From the processing standard of a Master's touch! <br /> <br />Brewed and grinned in circles and continued pounds <br />After surviving the raging heat of consuming fire, <br />Fire that brings chemical reaction and releases heat and light <br />Which you consumed and made you master life. <br /> <br />Maestro...why I like you? <br />With my age, I am not supposed to be with you... <br />Yet you tasted good, you fill my cup <br />You excite me with what and how you being packed! <br /> <br />* dedicated to aged men I admire best.<br /><br />Inner Whispers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maestro-aged-and-brewed/
