Life Goes On
Loneliness is standing alone in a crowd,
it is not being heard when you speak loud;
it is being the last grape on the grapevine,
the one that doesn't become the wine;
you fall to the ground to just lie and rot,
to be part of dinner you will become, not;
on the ground you decay and become dirt,
of your sweet juices we get not a squirt;
but in the spring, under the melting snow,
you begin new life as you begin to grow;
a new grapevine you just seem to appear,
giving the grapes for a new wine this year;
continuing the cycle started many years ago,
dropping lonely grapes beneath fallen snow.
Copyright © Ronald Karzmarczyk | Year Posted 2012
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