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Sorry

In the flickering moments of my mortality
I am haunted in the dimming by a thought.
Did I do what I could to temper this reality?
Why did virtues supernal nag me for naught?

It’s too late to remedy failures of yore
Too late to tender countless apologies.
I’m afraid they perceive me at my core
And all too well know my chronologies.		

My slights are aslant, extant in my sight,
More so now that I cannot make amends.
They conjure shadows where once was light.
Short seasons ago we were beloved friends.

Will, I whisper, a blanket “sorry” be okay,
Gasped in longer seconds twixt each breath.
Oh God, I pray my farewell fears it will allay
That they will know of my remorse ’ere death.

Copyright © Paul Schneiter | Year Posted 2015

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Kp Nunez Date: 3/26/2015 10:36:00 AM Never has a man's word been taken more seriously than during his dying moment. Sorry, is more than enough to convey the sincerity and all the feelings wrapped in it. A 7. Excellent write you have! Kim :) Login to Reply Paul Schneiter Date: 3/26/2015 12:18:00 PM Thank you, Kim. I treasure encouraging words from you, accomplished poet that you are. In fact, I treasure encouraging words from all the Soupers who take time to comment on my poems.

Anthony Ngabwe Date: 3/26/2015 4:46:00 AM sorry bridges the gap between remorse and forgiveness, 7 for you, great Login to Reply Paul Schneiter Date: 3/26/2015 7:54:00 AM Thank you, Anthony. Your encouraging words have given me a promising start to a new day. Please know of my gratitude.

Florin Andronic Date: 3/25/2015 10:56:00 PM They conjure shadows where once was light. (Y) - nice Login to Reply Paul Schneiter Date: 3/25/2015 11:41:00 PM Thank you, Florin. I value your kind, encouraging comment. I appreciate, too, your thoughtfulness in stopping by.