Forgiveness Poem by Barry Van Allen

I know it's not the first time,
I doubt that it's the last,
I admit that I messed-up again,
... but, the drastic over-reaction,
is more than I will deal with.

At least I tried to face it,
I never claimed that,
' It just Happened ',
as so many others have.

My genuine contrition,
does not seem to mean a thing,
and with my olive branch extended,
... I saw my arm cut off,
... right down to the bone,
by a semi - rightious brother,
who was feeling new found oats.

I am sure it's not my first time,
and I would doubt that it's my last,
... but, I'm not going to make a tour of this,
to atone for one mistake this time.

If you think your new found attitude,
is what my life is going to do,
well, you had better think it over now,
... because forgiveness is not new,
... if you remember, me and you.

Yes, it's my fault,
... and I admit that,
and have forgiven many times,
stupidity and drunkeness,
that wasn't even mine...
because it all belonged to you.

Sanctimony should be kept,
among the memories of the long forgotten,
... that have been gone for far too long,
and weaved inside your memories cotton.

If you are allowed to pass the judgement,
perhaps, forgiveness is allowed,
... now and then when humans prove humanity,
It would be nice if that extends beyond yourself.

I DO admit I did it,
but, now I see the glitch...
what is good, is right for only you,
... I 've learned another lesson here,
... Forgiveness doesn't tell me which,
- - - SO, I choose both!