To Gary


But there was food and

     I could not eat,

And here was wine and

     I dared not drink.

Mine was to watch, to wait,

Never early or late

Posted, never to taste

Forever on the fringe

Two standards away.


Nor could mine own

     swallow today,

A helping of the least.

We're a feast apart.


Welcome to my menu.

Like me with the sinew,

     The dregs, the skin, and the pits.

You can pray and I can wish

That someday, grace will food our lips.




Augustus / Redlands CA / August 23, 1987


  • WriteBeLight

    An outsider looking in, with a desire for what the other has, as it appears the grass is greener. That is what I feel. Sorry the days were dreary.

    • Augustus

      You know, I wrote this 30 years ago and I am not clear on what I was thinking. I think ending up with the short end or the stick all of the time. I like your grass is greener idea as back then I was envious of others. Thanks for reading and commenting.

      • WriteBeLight

        I get the short end of the stick, feeling. But, I think it is just a part of growing and then realizing we have it a lot better than most. Thanks for your reply to mine.

      • Tony36

        Well written and expressed Great write

        • Augustus

          Thanks fallen angel.

          • Tony36


          • janetaylor

            beautifully expressed poetry! nicely penned!

            • Augustus

              Thanks Jane.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Life-changing times well versed in this insightful look at two friends in the same boat of divorce. Food the thought here my friend.

              • Augustus

                It was a suffering time. I was lucky to have that great friend. Thanks.

              • Pintu Mahakul

                Sadness is wonderfully expressed in this poem. This mesmerizes mind more. An amazing poem of course!

                • Augustus

                  Interesting that you picked up on sadness. Thanks for the comment.

                • Michael Edwards

                  Quite moving in fact - great poem.

                  • Augustus

                    Thanks Michael, I did move on after that time in my life.

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