Poetry Moment: Grapes of Youth

 I wrote this poem recently...I guess the 40's make you reflective...
Grapes of Youth

Taken unawares by time

Betrayed by the random few greys
The slight wrinkle here
And there

The heart of late beats the same as of youth

the mind of now; It is hoped
keeps in check the blind recklessness of desires past.

The dreams and yearnings of now, are of a later vintage;

Mellowed, distilled (it is hoped) of some of the illusion

Yet, they still bear the vibrant taste of the grapes of youth.

The sweet tasting wine of now
Would not be as sweet if not infused by  youthful grapes