Berries ripe have from the cane
Tempting too much to stay away
Risking the certainty thorns rip
For the quenching of the fruit
Back breaks under the load
While sun blisters the skin
Work that seems to never end
But tears down the body old
Drink bites at the throat
Bringing sweat to the brow
Releases inhibitions and cares
Making consumer one with crowd
Which is cause, which is effect
It would seem easy to the eye
But others might look closer
To their mind to question why
Do they drink for sharing
Or is it just to escape
Blind themselves for life
Laugh while they forget
All reality and pain
For a time, for a time.
Does he risk all
To toil in the heat
To enjoy the reward
Or to fall in valor
Rather than rot away
In slow time, marching time
If the fruit worth the pain
Or an excuse for the rip of flesh
As the rip brings blood, pain
Feeling to distract from others
To punish just as others trod
For just a time
Escape, payment
For an instant of time.
G- March, 2009
2 years ago
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