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
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This has a great flow that makes it fun to read
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
I just love your poems! You are very talented!
Thank you so much, that is so kind of you to say!! 🙂 🙂
This seems a lyric for a plaintive ballad? You need to find that composer/singer with an acoustic guitar?
What a great idea! Thanks!! 🙂 🙂
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.
Very true,there are times when being overlooked would be a blessing!! 🙂 🙂
Another great one Sis xxxx
Thanks Roxi!! 🙂 🙂
I love the rhythm of this one, Sis!!! xxxx 🙂
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂