A Sincere ApologyA Poem by ChristineWas it really so naïve to think of you In the most forgivable terms Because it gets too hard fighting the urge To apologize for me.
I find sorry never sits quite well, Flaccid, gutless, and often misplaced Except it’s a word that never really gets lost Like the loose change in your front pocket You discard in a tip jar Uncounted.
You think emptying your pockets of all apologies Means you can cash in your troubles and put your mind at ease But you miscalculate the value of change.
Here’s a more valuable tip: Never be sorry without gumption. Never let something so unencumbered be weighed down with a sorry as heavy as wet denim.
And if you’ve ever had the great pleasure of getting to know me Let me be the first to say, My sincerest apologies. © 2011 Christine |
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