The stains on the carpet of yesteryear,
show faded from the eradication which left a smear,
once a sweet wine in a glass bubbling and full of cheer,
full to the brim and warmed the soul as it flowed within,
a toast to when life in happiness was to begin.
The future having taken its toll from years ahead,
ups and downs of life flattening the bubbles on overspill,
left as a reminder from future hopes and dreams,
as the obstacle is moved to show traces left behind,
that was once hidden underneath for a peace of mind,
Now staring in jest through the dark red wound that was left,
though the glass was washed up with no traces to know.
A bottle reached out and pop the cork with an explosion of goal,
as the glass is filled up once again crystal clear in its flow,
to raise a toast for the future as maturity has strengthened within.
Another bottle and another year to cheer as once again its the begin.
to raise your glasses but dont spill a drop of the dreams that it holds.
as a new year begins.