To say sorry all we have to do is forget our pride for a moment;
to accept an apology, we must forget we ever had it.

It is not ourselves we scold when 
in realisation we see our depths
of anger told and the fury of men
brought forth in bold effect

And to see ourselves
in blame of others,
we stack on the shelves
humility and thought of our brothers.

We bring not grace to the table
or humble acceptance in our ways
when forgiveness is given by the able,
but think of ourselves as in plays;

That compliance is for the weak,
yet to see a man in solitude
is imagery of the strong, not meek
and we fail to understand the destitute

Figure, friendless and alone
due to impulses lack of venial
with want of defeat unknown
is just ourselves in denial.

The End

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