**NEED SUBSCRIPTIONS**Rate, Comment, PLEASE** http://www.stanleypacion.com/home.html/ This channel, more than 70,000+ single page visits. WORDS & LINKS HERE. From an original poetic selection in his collected prose and verse entitled, A BIG BOOK OF MY OWN, Stanley Pacion tells of how, employing a wee bit of irony, a former friend robbed him of love, happiness and life. For this POEM ....Original BLOG LISTING August 14, 2009.
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SOUR GRAPES,
A Love Poem after Gaius Valerius Catullus

You know that I always liked that guy, Herb,
Lets 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. (less info)