Sour Grapes? Poem by Vincent LeVine

There once lived some grapes who hadn't much ambition
except to survive by the heat of a fire

then came the day when one grape was sick of the fire
made a decision, and left on a journey

all the other grapes remained by the fire
expecting he'd return once again for its heat

months had gone by and still they sat by the fire
thinking the journey had led to no source...

ah, but then in walked a raisin with a voice so familiar
that they knew that his journey had been successful at last

he sat by the fire and spoke of the sunlight
though no ones attention seemed eager enough

he wondered if they wouldn't rather hear stories of terror
and how he returned to sit by the fire?

he passed out his gifts he got in the sunlight
and for a while they seemed to enjoy their companion...

but when the raisin stood up to leave for the sunlight
not one grape moved from the fire to wish him farewell

and so he left for the last time, to find a home in the sunlight
to live amongst raisins rather than the grapes he thought he knew best.