The sweet nectar of the grape
To enjoy at days end
The tartness of the red
The cool white to escape
A choice to be made
To smell and enjoy
To settle the nerves
The body reward paid
Will it be Red
Will it be white,
A glass of Wine
Just before bed
B.J. Ayers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-choice-of-nectar/
