Sour Grapes
You gave gifts of sour grapes, crushing spirit underfoot.
Transforming bitterness to fine sweet wine, I bade you dine with me,
Yet, I feast alone, at the banqueting table tonight.
Copyright © Janet Anderegg | Year Posted 2006
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