To Bacchus and Poesy
The hour is passing late
Wine in bottle falling low
Bleary eyes,red as wine
Scan the screen of w.w. musings
As the fermented grape juice
Courses my veins in homage
To Bacchus and poesy.
Companions never seen and
Voices never heard
Speak to me across
continents and oceans at
The click of a mouse or
The tap of a key
In verses profound and banal.
Such is the way of
Our Brave New World,
That hearts and minds
Should meet via electron pulse.
Pen pals once were,
Now become keyboard kin
Online.
Cheers, Witty.
