GREENWOLFE 1962 - Sorry

Some are 'sorry' creatures.
They use that word so well;
I bet you've heard it often,
On this they dare not dwell.

For if they took a moment,
To count the 'sorry' toll;
They'd be so disconcerted,
And frightened for their soul.

They choose to just ignore it.
As they do all those things;
They did to force its usage,
And from which, 'sorry' springs.

They much prefer a falsehood,
Born dead of cold disdain.
That 'sorry' will absolve them,
From having to explain.

But God will not hold friendly,
The souls who take this course.
Repeated crimes of passion
Make meaningless its force.

It's time you heed this calling.
I'll say it one more time.
Repeated use of 'sorry'
Is lovings hidden crime.

It's not enough to say it,
And then just walk away.
God requires that love be healed,
Before it's held at bay.

'Sorry is as sorry does',
I bet you've heard before.
Pray you never see these words,
They're found on Hell's front door.

GREENWOLFE 1962

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