‘I am sorry’, just three simple words of magic;
Pouring soothing balm on wounds sometimes
tragic.
Helping heal pain in the mind of memories vivid;
This potent lotion can cure weeping wounds so
livid.
‘I am sorry’ is often said out of pure pity
For those who may be dying or needing
sympathy;
Or for those burning by an old flame.
Compassion doesn’t always mean one is to
blame.
‘I am sorry’, those who are unable to utter this
prescription
Of an apology, the good it would do, they must
have no notion.
To withhold this vital ingredient is unfathomable.
They must be flawed, or be the very essence, of
little people.