NOT SOUR GRAPES

It isn’t sour grapes or fetid after taste 

You weren’t the one, not enough grace 

Fooled by some wrathful delusion 

I almost drowned in worthless decision 

In a moment of plain insanity 

I tried trampling the better destiny 

Fortunate in the pale misfortune 

You helped me wonder, in a bitter tune 

I learned the test after the distress 

Grew stronger in my fallible fortress 

Not sour grapes or fetid after taste

I deserve better, a superior celeste.