dire falcon
Left, right, all around me this hullabaloo
Cannot think straight, oh what should I do!
No! I shall ask, "How should I do?"
How should I apologise, and start anew?
It's my fault, yes, I know that all well
So what holds me back? Well, I cannot tell.
I may whine, I may cry, and I may just yell,
But two words of apology, I still cannot spell!
I ought to say it! That, I know!
Incorrigible remorse, continues to grow!
But heaps of my ego, I'm yet to throw,
Before, sincerely, my guilt I may show.
So confident in my stand, so arrogant of me
Do I now understand, after a kick of reality.
How mundane I shall look, for the world to see,
With a low-hanging head when I say, "I'm sorry."
graceful bloom
brazen quiver