From Vine to Wine: An Ode to the Grape

Everywhere I found myself, you were there, too
Under a different name, you, mysterious you
In Napa you were Zin, in Puglia, Primativo
With friends in Beaujolais, the Loire or Escondido
Your beauty brought the house down
Do you remember Bacchus and such fun!
You also tested Truth, by use of your serum
Your story has been brewing
Fermenting, I should say
Much like us fragile humans
Better with age, gracefully grey
From vine to checkered table
Your journey rings familiar
Grapes of innocence, grapes of wrath
Such emotional storms in this life
But finally, Wisdom to be had.
So when I toast with you, I toast me, too
Because I know we are one and the same.
Making it together, all through the days.