The drop of spirit

To the brim, the glass overflowed,
   Drops of high spirit,
Touched the floor.

There was I, in a dark tavern,
   Way to which, I seldom knew well
Days of nasty humankind,
    and nights of powering womanliness.

Feel of a dejected
    Yet happy soul.

I laughed,watched the
    Bubbling liquid spilled
Meeting its ground
    Was it happy to meet its end?
Long back ago it started as a sprout
    In the fields.
Then a caring farmer
    a skilled brewer
decades of patience,
    Made its such a sparkle
And gave it a role.

The drop seeped beneath the carpet,
    Did I to !!!