FRUITS OF LIFE ~ VILLANELLE

Fruits of life on our table are laid.
Though sour we sup from love's grapevine.
From birth to death a price is paid.

When heart we need we get a spade
then lost where do we draw the line?
Fruits of life on our table are laid.

Sometimes ourselves we wish to trade
with someone else whose life is fine.
From birth to death a price is paid.

Sometimes the parts we play are jade
but still with grapes we make the wine.
Fruits of life on our table are laid.

Autumns thrive as summers fade
yet somehow sun will always shine.
From birth to death a price is paid.

Our lives are not always self made.
Fate can control a life like mine.
Fruits of life on our table are laid.
From birth to death a price is paid.

© February 25, 2006 Karen Davies