Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Sorry - Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There is much in life that makes me sorry as I journey
down life’s way.
And I seem to see more pathos in poor human
Lives each day.
I’m sorry for the strong brave men, who shield
the weak from harm,
But who, in their own troubled hours find no
I’m sorry for the victors who have reached
success, to stand
As targets for the arrows shot by envious failure’s
I’m sorry for the generous hearts who freely
shared their wine,
But drink alone the gall of tears in fortune’s
I’m sorry for the souls who build their own fame’s
Derided by the scornful throng like ice deriding
I’m sorry for the conquering ones tho know not
But daily tread down fierce desire ‘neath scorched
and bleeding feet.
I’m sorry for the anguished hearts that break with
But I’m sorrier for the poor starved souls that
Never knew love’s pain.
Who hunger on through barren years not tasting
joys they crave,
For sadder far is such a lot than weeping o’er a
I’m sorry for the souls that come unwelcomed
I’m sorry for the unloved old who cumber up the
I’m sorry for the suffering poor in life’s great
In truth I’m sorry for them all who make this
But underneath whate’er seems sad and is not
I know there lies hid from our sight a mighty
germ of good.
And this belief stands firm by me, my sermon,
motto, text –
The sorriest things in this life will seem grandest
in the next.
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