Forgiving attitudes fill the air with their pity,
sending apologies into depths of unending prayer.
No one ever means to hurt, it just happens, because
people don't think before they open their mouths to
speak.
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.
I can't help thinking this is a reply to my 'Knowing Why'. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As we don't mean to hurt, an apology is a request for forgiveness. What would it be if we meant it?