I Am Sorry Poem by Pam Morris

Day, with its bright sun
its cheery attitude.
I am sorry I am mot perfect,
and cannot be all you want.
Leave your brave courage
in the toilet, rewind your
selfish ego, don’t fast forward
to the past.
Day, with its swaying breeze
I am sorry trees, I do not
Sway as you do. I am sorry
i could not meet you halfway
under the maple, my leaves
were falling to quickly,
Day, with its busy folks
I am sorry I cannot fly away
with you to the universe
of simple love.
I am sorry I do not
have metal wings
to fly to your paper moon