I'm Sorry

I`m Sorry

Humans forgets

Like a wild warthog

When they go yonder

Forget days of yore

Become wont of the silence

 

Nay,

The `ebb and flow of time

Provokes them to remember

Now choose recompense

That looks different from agate

Trying to please the psycho

 

With blames on their souls

In fine

To imperially confess

The new salient ignorance

Parochially campaigning

For a great sorry

 

I wish the Ravens of yore

Would show up to claim how

                                    Sincere

That sorry might be

Nay,

I still want to whisper

Err is to human

So i, and am sorry

 

 

 

My soul and being

Cherish the words and meanings

For if `sorry` would

And I know it will

Stop a negative redress

Ask your pretty heart

For a sincere `sorry`

            (Sally)

 

 

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