Bona Fide

All I ask of authenticity, as I swirl it across my palette
Simply this: Stop tasting as nostalgia might

Some genteel trip down memory lane
A life my children cannot revel in having once lived

Become balanced again, more perfect in this place
Tannins, stripped away

Smooth-sweetness, shine through
Impress me

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