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.