my father
never learned
how to say
the simple word
sorry
this simple word
cost
him incredible
heartache
pain
over decades
as he lived
within the skin
of a man
of sorrow
my father
like many men
says sorry
with troubled eyes
in restless sleep
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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