A Confession

I have a confession, it must be said. I’m very weak, touched in the head. I make the same mistakes over and over Put me out to pasture; leave me in the clover. I don’t mean to shock; don’t want to upset. I just need to say it and show my regret. I’m really very sorry, didn’t think of it that way. Would take it all back; what else can I say. I’m just going to say it; lay it all on the line. Hope it’s understood and all will be fine. On second thought, something I usually dismiss. I think that I’ll forget it; add my regret to my remiss.