Evelyn Judy Buehler

March 18, 1953 - Chicago

Aged Like Wine

Years go by like a purple blur of time,
As when the ripest grapes are turned,
Into the most luscious and aged wine!
Then memory itself often comes calling,
In sweltering sunshine and in the rain,
Like roaming bluebirds' memories of home,
Or the sweet memories of the honeybee!
Seasons come and go so colorfully vivid,
Obeying a golden rule of sunshine cycles.
Hectic time goes by quickly like rainbows,
Like the short-lived beauty of a sunset,
Leaving deep impressions upon our hearts.
Marks like family or friends and laughter,
And sometimes like sorrows bittersweet.
Then tears are falling amid bright hued
Autumn leaves that swirl upon the wind!
Memory is alive forever, like aged time.
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