Sour Grapes
I am a vine.
I climb and climb,
Up the building of accomplishments.
And when my effort finally bears fruit,
When I finally flourish,
Someone eats my grapes.
Crushing them with hungry teeth,
And now all my grapes are sour.
~Melissa Audrey Ann Murphy
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The Book of Random - poems
PoetryA poetry collection. All by me. More light hearted poems than in my love poetry collection. As the title says, pretty random.
