A Mini-Forgiving Will Do: A Poem
In this autumn of my wondrous journey
as yellow leaves are falling on my whites
but long before that last ride on a gurney
would someone please read me my rights.
It's been said that we're only as much alive
as we are alive within other people's hearts
so I wonder what memories I could revive
where I played some less than fair parts.
I'll let my pride and ego take a rest
with all excuses they could swiftly find
by saying I was always doing my very best
but well, let honesty bring a peace to my mind.
There were occasions, although not too many
when my actions didn't really mean to hurt
however, I am not going to talk about any
because it was just something of a blurt.
Now not a guilt that wouldn't let me sleep
but carrying a secret wish to be forgiven
for sake of my compassion being deep
and all values by which I am driven.