Poem By Randy McClave


I am sorry, is all that I am asking for
Before you can enter into my door
I do not want excuses or a lie
Or questioning my reasoning with why,
I want you to admit to your fault
I want you to confess to your assault
I want you to be sorry for what you did
And your truthfulness, can never be hid,
Please admit what you had done
As that or any incident I will not shun
That moment it will never disappear
In my mind like anger it will be here,
I will never ask you this question again
To apologize for your transgression and sin
It is your attitude and not deed that I am opposed
And until your remorse, my door is closed.


Comments about Sorry

A great poem, like it. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, War Of The Land.

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