green grapes

little pouches of sweet-sour taste

though unfortunately,

nobody can appreciate that.

so they sit on grocery store shelves

for days

growing sad and old

until some pitying soul comes along

at a loss for their red counterparts

and settles for some lucky bag of

little pouches of sweet-sour taste.

the rest just smile and say goodbye

because,

why be jealous?

green grapes are not green with envy,

after all.

so they sit

and stare and watch the red grapes

all taken home

one by one

until nothing remains

but those sad green grapes.

and i look upon them

in their sweet-sour grace

and sigh,

as i can only pick one.

such a shame

i wish i could save them all,

sad green grapes.