My Oenophilic Valve

Now that I’m pushing eighty, my body’s been rearranged;
What once was my heart’s main supplier, now is duly changed!
Oh, my aorta still is pumping, the blood it needs to give;
But a new valve provides what it cannot, a reason still to live!
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I call it my “Oenophilic” one, sending wine from head to toe;
That aids with my digesting, the bad news everywhere I go!
A plague has now beset us, mega millions laying dead;
Mass murders now are daily, by Monster’s Devil bred!
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There’s war in many countries, suicide bombers running rife;
Commandeered by evil leaders, no regard for human life!
Half the world suffers starvation, verdant gardens now lay bared;
The result of Global Warming, caused by greed of those don’t care!
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Having witnessed the World at it’s very best, now watching it’s sad demise;
There’s only one thing I look forward to, every morning when I rise!
It’s my “Oenophilic Valve” hard at work, lifting my nadir to a high;
Knowing that I’ll leave the World one day, with a laugh, and not a cry!
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Oenophilic Valve
Depressions panacea
Daily dose needed