Old wine is spilled to make way for the new
Old battles cast aside, they just will not do
The old life that haunts me, I long to forget
The new life I would live, I do not know yet
New wine must never be poured into bottles that are old
For if it is, I know what that will do
When the new life grows and changes with each passing day
Then the old body will hurt, crack, as the old patterns fall away
Old bottles and new wine just do not fit
An old life will not give way to let it
A new life in an old body, a far away goal
A new life, a new way of living, happiness for the soul.
Written by Margaret Willie Batchelor, my Granny B, 10-09-77
I miss you Granny B. You are always in my heart....
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