I Beg Your Pardon Poem by P K Joy

The deep old wound in your heart
Which you are unable to heal despite
Therapies known as the best,
Was caused by the arrows I shot.

My words – rude, thankless and unkind,
Rusted arrows of the worst kind,
Were fired straight into your chest
By tongue’s bow my mighty anger bent.

I wish I had control over my anger.
I blame bad upbringing of the younger
Days. In childhood man shapes his character
And imbibes the surrounding’s culture.

Years passed. In later life of mine
I made friends with noble-minded men
Who made me become a good human.
My faults I’ve realized. Now I beg your pardon.

You’re good and kind to me in the past.
In my mind these I should have always kept.
For petty lapses I shouldn’t have hurt
You. I wish my remorse to heal your heart.

Till the time I hear “I forgive you” from your mouth
I will not have peace. Believe me it is truth.
How easy it was to fire those wounding words!
To call them back man is yet to invent a science!