Ever tasted a wine that looks like milk, but smells like choco?
Ever seen an adage wrapped around garments, fit for a month old?
Have you ever seen history face to face? Looking like the future…
He is the tale as old as fine wine.
The past feels familiar,
A soothing reminder of what we can be,
Pouring ever so gallantly.
He is the tale as old as fine wine.
A representative of both worlds,
Balancing the best of it without a crack,
Don’t you just love how his tastes never change?!
He is the tale as old as fine wine.
How many times have you poured mud,
In the wine, ready to stain the mug,
Somehow, it has never and will never stain his white.
He is the tale as old as fine wine.
Tale as old as fine wine,
Every taste adding to a lifetime,
Of decades that will unshakingly agree,
That he is the tale as old as fine wine.
Tale as old as fine wine,
His hair the colors of milk,
His skin as brown as choco.
He is the tale as old as fine wine.
Tale as old as fine wine,
Every word, a whisper of wisdom.
Every wise man must have drank from his watch,
He is the tale as old as fine wine.
Tale as old as fine wine,
You are the best of both worlds.
You are the bridge that must not wail,
You are the “long live the tale as old as fine wine”.