FORGIVING

FORGIVING Forgiveness – well, just let it lay inside Not to see any daylight, maybe never No moment of weakness or surrender If a request received, return to sender It’s not about strength or being clever And no way back once regret has died Some might suggest an alternative way Being the first to say I forgive, out loud But for me, however, that is premature With no reciprocation, there is no cure It is not about being remote or proud Just think twice and get through the day Who does one have to be, to forgive It smacks a little of haughtiness to me As if such an offer commands respect But it may just be automatic, I suspect It’s not someone who I’d want to be And such words fall through any sieve If one gets an apology, maybe it’s Okay Perhaps then forgiveness can be allowed I’m not too sure who collects any points Nothing is ever solved by smoking joints It should never be just to please a crowd And such an empty gesture doesn’t pay Some equate forgiving with being gracious Others may almost consider it their due When accepted, is it really over and done Or a dark cloudy sky when expecting sun And it’s only worth it all, if it’s really true To say the words when false, is audacious