This is a dialogue with a forgotten friend
  Who probably lost his way…on a certain bend
Of life’s road…and to wine he turned
   I wish… he saw a beginning ….in every end

For life’s road goes up and down
     It’s true….for both rags and crown
 But the road isn’t just full of holes…
    There’s great beauty too….why drink and drown?

This dialogue…in fact, is with all those who
   Can’t look at the heavenly fresh dropped dew
 See life just as an endless toil…
    And take as crutches…….this deadly brew !!!