Johnie is dead....let me tell you about my old neighbour....let him tell you about my old neighbour...

Poem by Johnie Paikin from Gothenburg, Sweden

Confessions of a grape

Yeeees!...here I hang on a vine,

on the very edge,

that's the truth so fine!

I enjoyed and drank the sun!

....didn't know, that one day, everything would be over;

Look, look over there!

.....on the smooth river Rhine!

.....it was here, I one day saw life:

from juices and saps,

I was born on the lovely twig of a vine,

that's the truth so fine!

.....enjoying the brilliance of the sun!

.....thought that everything was peaceful and fun!....

.....until one day, a hand - was to be found in the vine -

.....and not alone, but carrying a pair of tongs!...

My soul was in flames!...

He cut!....and....cut... - and :

.....cut me and my siblings down,

into a basket!....

- Oh, how piercing!

....and far away from the joys of the sun!...

SAY, HOW DISOWNED!

....I was so unhappy!

Then came a foot...and treaded me to juice,

and then nothing more was left of me!

I cried and...was syruped with my other grape-siblings...

...and now : ...I float so peacefully and quietly

in a bottle of glass most green, and with a golden label

SEE, LIFE IS NOT ALWAYS SO EASY!

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