Trying to explain
What happend.
Trying to make the thing
Become batter.
You call them excuses.
I call them what had happened.
I try to explain
Why this is wrong.
What I have done.
Yet you don't listen.
After all they're only excuses.
Even though if you listened
It would explain
What had happened.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem