At first he said, “I will not go;
The vineyard I won’t tend.
There are better things that I could do.
A hand I will not lend.”
He wrote a lot of poetry
and played the piano too;
and his career was doing well-
this was what he loved to do.
But his father loved the vineyard;
he could not fathom why.
He cared for every inch of it;
for it he’d gladly die.
And the son felt guilt stirring
in some deep neglected place.
He sensed his father’s sadness
when he looked into his face.
He raised his eyes and saw the need
and thought the matter through:
“The vineyard that he loves so much,
could I not love it too?”
“I’ll go to work today,” he said,
“in the vineyard by the lake.
In spite of my misgivings,
I’ll do it for his sake!”
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