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May 27, 2015

Sorry 5-27-15


A tot, I was and always free.
My toys were there and calling me.

I had no time to hear your stories.

And as a youngster, had some things -
toys and games, a slide and swings.

I had no time to hear your stories.

So busy, I, with teenage years
as music soothed my hungry ears.

I had no time to hear your stories.

Our wedding was a fancy one.
So proud we were of our first son.

I had no time to hear your stories.

I labored very hard at work,
but problems?  They would always lurk.

I had no time to hear your stories.

Then older, I had had some pains.
My stock was down.  I had few gains.

I had no time to hear your stories.
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Oh calendar, Reverse the years,
reverse regrets, my sins and fears.

I now have time for many stories.

Once unaware, through breeze confess,
dead leaves that toss against me, press.

I now have time for many stories.

Through my excuses, alibis -
I knew in private of your cries.

I now have time for many stories.

Back here at home, at humble grave,
In tears, your stories now I crave.

I now have time for all your stories.

But time flies by and by, it slips -
so word repeated from my lips?

"Sorry."  "Sorry."  "Sorry."

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