Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

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Where's The Blame - Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

So often I have thought of you
Wondering through the years,
Just what I should have done,
Oh, but I was young and fancy free
Your sad face and feelings had little meaning to me.
Yet I wish today to apologise,
Wishing I could look you in your eyes.
It happened so long ago
But I want you to finally know...
When You asked me if I liked it
And I said so passionately, 'No! '...
I thought you meant the music!
Alas! My Plea!
Forgive me!
Ah! It's a fine kind of freedom,
Now that I have confessed!

Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing

Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle

Form: Free Verse


Comments about Where's The Blame by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

  • Simone Inez Harriman (10/31/2015 12:56:00 PM)


    A heartfelt poem of regret. Often hurtful or thoughtless things we say in youth and folly can haunt us further down the line. A beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 31, 2015



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