Yesterday's Wine

Horse hair is coarse hair

And spider silk’s fine

And the grapes plucked tomorrow

Will be yesterday’s wine

 

A thimble’s a thumbful

To drink when you dine

Makeshift for a snifter

Of yesterday’s wine

 

Tophats and tailcoats

And sheer dresses divine

What a free, fancy evening

Drinking yesterday’s wine

 

You smile your smile

And I’ll smile mine

And toast with a glass

Of yesterday’s wine

 

Well-met by moonlight

Where moonlight can shine

You’ll see them and be them

Drinking yesterday’s wine

 

Hidden, unbidden

Beneath the tall, silent pine

Slurping and burping

Yesterday’s wine

 

Horse hair is coarse hair

And spider silk’s fine

And the grapes plucked tomorrow

Will be yesterday’s wine