above it all
We never picked them, you say, but look!
Life is now the grapes beneath our feet,
so what good can come of whining?
Let’s trudge instead ’til our feet are lead,
then stop to drink for at least an hour;
if eventually we need some bread,
surely someone somewhere is milling flour…
Grapes, whining, wine… Nice.
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I love it 🙂
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i get the first part…still trying to figure out the last
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did you really get the FULL meaning of that arrangement of thoughts? im curious.
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no he’s not, yes i am (if you meant “are you incredibly stupid” by “are you?”). it means i made an extremely expensive mistake, and that at&t charges a stupid amount of money for international calls. that would have been $10 with a phone card. (i’m pissed…)
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did you mean for “whining” to be a play on words? like grapes into wine type thing? is this poem trying to say that we cannot control some things in life but should just take them in stride?
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RYN: LOL…thanks.
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Ryn: Face or crotch shots only
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funny, i can relate to this one in my recently drastic change in mood. i seriously thought i was going to die by my own hand…i get closer and closer everytime…and out of nowhere, i’ve got grapes and wine in glasses being handed to me and i didn’t do anything except close my eyes, cry in the bed, and wish to die. i guess my whining paid off
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if i didn’t know any better, i might actually believe in some higher power, hehehe. the change has been truly miraculous…the test comes when whoever is feeding me grapes and wine in bed gets shot in the head….where will my mood be then? will it plummet back to the intolerable depths it was at? or will it be maintainable enough for me to get up and do something?
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