A gentleman procured a vintage wine,
Of finest flavor and variety,
He sought to let it mingle over time,
And hoarded it away covetously.
He withstood all temptation through the years,
Past celebrations and deep tragedies,
Past rites of passage and commencement cheers,
And rash, nocturnal, joviality.
He kept it from his courtships and his wife.
Through pleas of friends and family he endured.
He long outlived them all, and all his life,
His prize, sequestered, spirits had matured.
‘Till finally, all alone, he sought his bliss,
And found his cherished fortune flavorless.
