Here I am,
Just lying in the dark,
Undisturbed for so many years,
Just minding my own business,
Getting more mature as time passes.
I think of those times
On the sun kissed hills of Spain;
Lying and growing in the sun,
Those beautiful Senoritas caring
For my every whim through childhood,
Into young adulthood,
Until fully grown.
Magic times of joy and freedom.
Maturity brings change;
A different way of life.
Squeezed and pressed in many ways.
A new way, a new place.
Resting within a wooden cavern,
Surrounded by the smell of smoke.
The smell getting into my being.
Longer and longer I rest,
The odour completely permeating
My life, my soul, my spirit
Then comes the day
After so many years, now mature,
And ready for my journey of life
Into old age.
Now in a glass cage,
Resting quietly in the dark,
Ready for my fate.
Getting stronger, even more mature,
Until that day, which will soon come,
And I am lifted gently, lovingly,
Withdrawn from my peace.
My life is at an end,
As I flow gently into the glass
And am enjoyed by a connoisseur
Of Rioja Gran Reserva.