Days of Wine and Roses

The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play
Through a meadow land toward a closing door
A door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before

The lonely night discloses just a passing breeze filled with memories
Of the golden smile that introduced me to
The days of wine and roses and you

Searching for a blip with a lovely glass of Delaire Graf rose Ingrid showed me some roses she'd been given this morning. Voila!