Embarrassed
EMBARRASSED
Our limit of endurance
Doesn't always show appearance
Sometimes our often ignorance
Doesn't give us reassurance
So it surely is apparent
That we may be incoherent
When we know our way is errant
And we are much too transparent
We end up in a cluster
At the smallest we can muster
Or we begin to bluster
About our losing luster
Copyright 2212, Kathryn Search
Copyright © Kathryn Search | Year Posted 2022
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