Life can be bitter and sweet at the same time
Like the woody vine the purple flowers climb
With its invading, prolific and poisonous 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
It's 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, 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 clinging vines control your leisure
Every bittersweet memory brings a treasure
Discards bittersweet pain and renews pleasure.
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