SAYING SORRY
A bunch of nice flowers, with a fragrance so sweet,
Clutched in the hands of a penitent soul will meet
At least a smile, and a gracious nod of a sad head,
Then the words I’m sorry need to be lovingly said.

Why is it hard to admit we were nasty, cruel and wrong,
Do we think we are perfect in every way like the silly song?
Even to say sorry for harsh words that by you were spoken
Is very hard to say, even if your loved ones heart is broken.

Pride rules in the hearts of those who cannot say I’m sorry,
To ruin a good relationship because of pride is pure folly,
Swallow that pride go out and buy a gift or lovely flowers,
Then the hurt and pain will depart replaced by peaceful hours.

M Ann Margetson December 27, 2001