Miles to Go

It appears my wine glass is empty

and I have miles to go before I sleep

so let us go then you and I

back to the kitchen to fill the glass high

Just a second glass for the roses

Or the hoses

Or for you and I here among these noses

for it yet remains to see

If immortality will unveil a

3rd glass for me.

But if I had to perish twice

I would pick a chardonnay on ice

Yes, this is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but with a merlot.