Billy Joel had it right
A bottle of red, a bottle of white
Parched throats desire refreshment
Couples and tables defy enmeshment
A glance, a touch, glasses filled
Portend a night of laughter and thrill

Grapes seasoned to perfection
Until they’re ripe for selection
Aged in oak at just the right temperature
Under the watchful eye of the winemaker’s signature
Tastings and rankings for the connoisseur
But for the rest of us, we welcome a cure

White tablecloths on a candlelit balcony
Provide ambience, hope, and alchemy
Just a sip to wet the throat
Now quenched, our thirst remote
That special occasion repeated forever
People and dreams tied together

Red and white, a simple pleasure
Partake of nature’s bountiful treasure
Uncork, pour slowly, silence a must
Forget the bickering, hurts, and fuss
Quiet time to clear the head
With a bottle of white or a bottle of red