I Am Sorry
To all my flowers, fans and foes
That’s shared my wealth and woes
And have perceived my meat and mess in their nose
I am pleading for stepping on your toes
So, sorry for the scenes I did not show
Sorry for the seeds I did not sow
Sorry for the cloths I could not sew
Sorry for the lawns I did not mow
Sorry for the debt that I still owe
Sorry that I could not give you a tow
Sorry for the times I had to go
Sorry for the baseless, blazing row
Sorry for the garden that’s yet to grow
Sorry for the tantrums I do throw
Sorry for the Seasons that I was slow
Sorry for the streams that did not flow
Sorry for the balloons I did not blow
Sorry for the loud voice that went low
Sorry for the times I hid the glow
Sorry for the burst and the overflow
Sorry for the times I may not know
That I was a thorn in your tender toe
Sorry for the times I was I a woe
Always in your face as a fire and foe
Please let your blessed breeze blow
Away all my sins, stains and shadow
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