The Vineyard of Life
Look around and don’t let go of the treasures
That life may not always measure.
Don’t wait for tomorrow,
For it might bring you sorrow.
Take all the grapes from your vine,
And save the hopes and pleasures in your heart divine.
Enjoy the task and make sure your feet do hit
The grapes and squeeze the best juice out of it.
Remember that time can sprinkle
Its marks on your face in the form of wrinkles.
So don’t forget to harvest
The grapes with which you are blessed.
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