I’m Sorry
Have I brought harm to sisters and brothers;
has my life been a colossal mistake?
Have my words been as poison to others;
can I somehow, those words, remake?
What kind of message have I given to others;
some reactions have me amazed;
simple words I’ve uttered to friends and lovers;
are so many of my thoughts misphrased?
Why are deep feelings dependant on language;
does each syllable cut like a sword;
how can mere words cause such anguish;
judgment, hanging on each uttered word?
Those who say, “actions speak louder than words,”
don’t know what they are talking about;
for, unless their actions involve use of swords;
words trump them with every shout.
More important than words; the thoughts behind them;
for their intention means everything;
but interpretation of motives often confine them;
and motives, themselves, are king.
A simple, but rude, push or shove;
forgotten like a soft summer breeze;
but an errant word gets you slapped with a glove;
and never dismissed with ease.
The very best words uttered: “I’m sorry!”
They can change the way that we live.
Even better than the gift of a new Ferrari,
is the response, “I forgive!”
Monty 5/17/20