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Friday, August 14, 2009

SOUR GRAPES, A Love Poem after Gaius Valerius Catullus

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SOUR GRAPES,
A Love Poem after Gaius Valerius Catullus





You know that I always liked that guy, Herb,

Let’s just say I was fond of him,
I respected him as a colleague.

Yet now, and it is decades later,
My once good feelings for him have nosedived.


I mean one thing, certain, I felt, you were his gal;
Gentlemanly tact required I not make a move.
I was his friend, how would you expect me to behave?

Sure I might have been otherwise engaged.
And maybe engaged on too many fronts,
Too many fronts that did me no real good,
So far as being with you were concerned.

I know. I know, I missed the bus,
The train had left the station. I had my chance.
Passed on what very well might have been,
God, when I think about it, splendid opportunity!

Allowed it all go by, life and happiness, years of it,
Time to get it straight, the facts are the facts.
It had not been my fault, I swear!
It was that Herb, he stood in the way,
And I do not really care for the guy anymore,
I mean I do not even like repeating his name,
Yet now it amounts, how time flies,
It amounts to more than three decades later!

It had not been my fault, I swear!
It was that Herb, he stood in the way,
And I do not really care for the guy anymore,
I mean I do not even like repeating his name.

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