Sorry

Sorry Sorry is for the weak Whose stories never stick When trying hard to make you look like a freak And leaving you with wet wounds to lick Sorry is for those Who are always in a hurry? They say “I will make amends don’t worry” The never stop once to think once about the consequences of their actions For a minute, a second or even a fraction Sorry is like a mild tide That sets out 20 feet high You look at it from a far And say Oh my Oh why me why me just why Sorry Is for those who don’t care They will always get away with it I fear They never stick to a plan Trying out all their options from a can Choosing which ever one suits them the most Sorry It’s like the minute that is just about to pass Trying so hard to make it last before it is past Into an impeccable continuity Expecting from it some sort of loyalty But it ignores you audaciously As it moves on so fast Sorry is for you It makes you feel better about yourself Like a polished glass in its shelf It makes you look like you care It disguises your selfish ways It is the last excuse That is expected to amuse As well as to abuse © Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005