The Beaujolais is right enough

the fire crackles and lightly flames

but memories are of rougher stuff

of days and times of bitter claims

times when arrogance and pride

derided other people's lot

hubris railed humility be tied

the dark horse trampled lesser folk

boot straps pulled to trumpets sounds

the race was on and damn the rest 

winning at all costs astounds

me now heart and soul attest

for years have taught a costly prize

that others much more ken than I 

value more people I now surmise

whom care and love their souls abide