Being Selfishness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Forgiving attitudes fill the air with their pity, sending
apologies into depths of unending prayer.

No one ever means to hurt, it just always happens, because
people don't think before they open their mouths to talk.

Whatever the quest might be, it will always involve self
and have no room for others.

Being selfishness itself, standing at the doorway to the
rest of life, looking ahead, seeing it as just one big
apology, forgiveness waiting at it's end.