Sorry Poem by Ronald Stuart Thomas

Sorry

Rating: 3.2


Dear parents,
I forgive you my life,
Begotten in a drab town,
The intention was good;
Passing the street now,
I see still the remains of sunlight.

It was not the bone buckled;
You gave me enough food
To renew myself.
It was the mind's weight
Kept me bent, as I grew tall.

It was not your fault.
What should have gone on,
Arrow aimed from a tried bow
At a tried target, has turned back,
Wounding itself
With questions you had not asked.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sue Ann Simar 07 February 2009

Almost all thinking people have been pierced by this arrow, no matter what their childhood.

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