Goodbye Todd: a poem

A laugh, a song, he carries us away
to fields of fruits ripening on the vine.
Give us a blueberry to have today!
and quit delivering the sweeter wines.

For our palettes have grown the past few days
To heights that no horticulturist could see
but with wire framed glasses he just may
realize the aficionados we have come to be.

Oh! we will miss your ever laughing song
of wines joyous, loving, caring and free
our paths diverge from this very spot
but someday, together, we will be.