Next In Line

English: grapes or vine

English: grapes or vine (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m here
Your next in line
I’m alone
But I’m feeling fine
I can wait
For the longest time
The longest time

Don’t forget
That I’m next in line
Patience is
A virtue so divine
And you’re worth
All my precious time
My precious time

I’m always
Waiting next in line
Anticipating
From the slightest sign
That you see me
Not left on the vine
Left on the vine

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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12 Responses to Next In Line

  1. This has a great flow that makes it fun to read

  2. kwicksand says:

    I just love your poems! You are very talented!

  3. philipparees says:

    This seems a lyric for a plaintive ballad? You need to find that composer/singer with an acoustic guitar?

  4. I wonder what the grape would say if instead of being collected, stomped, drowned, fermented and put in a dark keg with millions of others the picker missed and the grape was allowed to pass in peace at home on the vine.

  5. Another great one Sis xxxx

  6. I love the rhythm of this one, Sis!!! xxxx :)

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