My Small Apologize - Poem by Pietro Grossi
Prayer that my mother taught me, always said
'God I promise to keep my best way.
But what means 'Best way', maybe I forgot,
Because my mother's pray I followed not.
Often, with pride, and not with keeping good
I crossed the way of life in wrongly mood.
Not only I didn't gave the second cheek,
But sometimes, I did things with hidden trick.
And I can't deny, only I have to nod
That often I offended the name of God,
In anger's moments, and claiming to be free,
I did my best, to be the worst of me.
For ball offenses, Lord I apologize,
What I did and said..just a little I realized
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