An oft used word is sorry.
An easy escape for some.
Others may ration with stories.
Still more are perpetually dumb.
I try to say it with meaning.
But too easy it seems insincere.
I try to say it without screening.
What is thought of me is my fear.
One who is always sorry,
Is a sorry one indeed.
One who is always sorry.
Has no ego left to feed.
Timing is everything when having regrets,
Reflecting on words or on deeds.
Will an "I'm sorry" handle all of my debts,
Or do you just need me to concede.
So if not said too often,
It's me just not thinking out loud.
A "sorry" my heart will still soften.
And don't think of me as too proud.
