Like the woody vine its berries cling and climb
Its prolific orange and yellow berries system
Resembles weapons of judgment and criticism
It does its worst in a blaze of autumn glory
Like life’s complaints it’s the same old story
Its thick leafy vines overtake trees and shrubs
Even grasses eventually succumb to its rubs
Smothering other participants like the leafy vine
You too may over-compete an take over in time
Don’t let tempers flare up under any phase
In a few weeks the woods will be ablaze
Producing a mixture of pain and pleasure
Bittersweet resembles life in every measure
Yet its perennial beauty makes a pretty wreath
Instead it is peace and harmony we seek
Take a new path, adopt a fresh perspective
Don’t let cliinging vines curtail your exit
Every bittersweet memory brings a treasure
Discards pain and renews pleasure.
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