Stop

I stop to sip and savor
The wine of my lost youth
And think of all the yesterdays,
Gone by.
Remembering all the pleasantness,
Forgetting all the bad,
Brings pleasure to me,
An aging man.
Come sip from a cup of kindness,
That's taken from the vine
Of youthful indiscretions.
Drink deeply, my new friend
And drain the cup.
Don't look back.