It was Martin Luther who said,
“beer is made by men,
wine by God”.
Well, to drink or not to drink,
that is the question.
Drink, I say.
My toil may be really long,
my body aching,
I move on.
For as soon as I get home,
My wine is waiting.
My respite.
From all the cares of today,
all imagined fears,
and real ones.
I repeat, wine’s my respite.
Keeps me sound asleep
all night long.
Since I’ve been drinking my wine,
I have stopped to whine.
Wife’s happy.