Corked

I was nineteen and thought zinfandel was the answer.
I drank it with some, all and none
by the neon glow that I thought was the moon.
It looked real…but it was way too light.

I was thirty-five and thought zinfandel was the answer.
I drank it with some, all and none
By the moon glow that I thought was neon.
It was real but deeper…darker…crimsoner.



Now I still think zinfandel is the answer.
I drink it with some, all and none
And we create our own glow.
Complex…yet oh so very simple.

The Redder the better.