Angel’s Share
When the heart is full at a ripe old age
And your journey’s nigh complete
An old and creaky
Whisky barrel
About to spring a leak
You filled it to the very brim
With tears of joy and pain
The time has come
To tap its wealth
And drink of life’s champagne
Every drop that was collected
From a reckless drunken youth
Fills your glass
In these golden years
With a bittersweet vermouth
But as the days of life dripped by
Some spirits slowly waned
The amount poured in
Not equal to
The essence that remained
Drops of remunerations
To the guardians of loves lost
Restitution for
Each broken bond
Compensation for the cost
Payments for each coquetry
Every one that came and went
Till your cask was drained
Down to the dregs
In need of replenishment
Life’s evanescent liquors
From dalliances distilled
Left a soul unquenched
No merriment
Parched and unfulfilled
All alone an empty keg
Until a miracle occurred
The fates bestowed
A heavenly host
To recover once was procured
Your love my only saving grace
The answer to a prayer
A heart restored
In the nick of time
To once again
Sip love’s wine
A million kisses
Yet to share
When you returned
My Angel’s Share
John snelling
12:22:21
When a wine or spirit is aged in a barrel or cask, some of the liquid evaporates. What's lost becomes known as "the angel's share"—likely because it disappears skyward, almost like an offering.
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