Excuse me
for my sin
I am the sin
you are my excuse
So, forgive me
if I hurt you
I can spend my omnium
which I've stocked in my life time
If you excuse me
I expiate for my sin
The world may demur
but i confess
As a sin
I have come to this world
Sin! which is flowing
through ages
but not ready to repent
Last word of my life
will be, 'Excuse me'
I'm leaving you all alone
I've finished my job
I like to blow with wind
touch corner to corner
seeking my excuse
If I am excused
my life will cheerup
Excuse me for any obligation
which I withheld
Excuse me
if I pained you to read
Excuse me
I love you all.
An impressive write you are representing all the old men like me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Phenomenal write on a nice concept......wonderful poetry.......I like it