On My Way Home Poem by Robert Sheridan

On My Way Home



Time to stop, the minute and the
hour hand are laid end to end
I can no longer continue, held onto
one too many mistakes, sick and
tired of saying, 'Oh, I'm so sorry! '
No more remorses, now carried
off in hearses, real forgiveness
is due the self, no one else, not
no way, not no how, now it's time
to overcome the way I think about
myself, no more self-pity, time to
adopt the attitude, 'I'm the best me
in existence; ' and then, and only
then will I be on my way home...

'2008'

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