Strip it down bare.
Back to basics, back to bone.
A lot of words often complicates.
The soul speaks in short syllables.
We are laden with apologies.
We needn't be.
I'm glad I had good teachers.
Only say it when you really mean it
Or it means little.
If I came off all wrong and selfish, then I'm sorry.
If you're scared to let it out to these ears, we're both sorry.
If I'm late and not listening when I should, I mean it.
If I should have called you back, not let you dangle,
Then I'm the fool after all.
Let's keep it simple like it was at the start
Let's strip it back to basics.
Back to bone.
If that doesn't work
It's doomed
And we'll leave it alone.
Move on, do what we gotta do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem