It is said, like wine, some teas get better with age.
I’ve repeated the words of some wise sage.
As time does pass we can forget,
The leaves in the back of our bulging tea shelves.
So as I try to remedy this condition.
Can you make a guess, what I am drinking?
At 22 you stop and think, what character do I possess?
Your notes in sync.
At 32 you must decide from all the things you’ve done and tried.
Your notes subdued, a lot more mellow, you’ve become a very serious fellow.
What am I drinking?