I'M Sorry Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

SORRY GOES HER NIGHT
THAT CREEPS ON BY
SORRY GOES HER DAY
THAT SNEAK ON IN
AND SORRY FOR HER SHORT LIFE
WHEN SHE GOT THE BAD NEWS
TEARING FROM HER EYES
WHEN SHE TRY TO TELL
HER FAMILY HER SAD SUPRISE
THAN HER FAMILY ASKING GOD WHY.
SORRY WHEN SHE GETS
READY TO WHISPERS
HER FINAL GOODBYE
FROM HER PAIN
AND HER ILLNESS
THAT CAN'T BE EXPLAIN
NOW SORRY FOR HER
NEVER GROWING OLD
AND FOR LOSING HER HAIR
SORRY FOR HER FOR
THE WAY SHE WAS TOLD
SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE
BEEN ALONE IN THERE.
NOW SORRY FOR HER
AS SHE WHISPER THE
FINAL GOODBYE
AND SORRY FOR HER
BECAUSE I SHOULD HAVE CAUGHT
HER FINAL TEAR
HER FINAL TEAR OF OF GOODBYE.