ripping reams of apologies
they die upon heartbroken ears
blow away on the stench
deep transgression emits
remorse draws no mercy
unless and until it’s performed
over gradual time through
repeated acts of repentance
despite their repeated rejection
wounded trust can’t be healed
without proof of sincerity
promises must persevere when
you’re lucky enough to have
even a slim second chance
best would be to remember
the motto that hangs in the streets
over doorways to life
if you can’t do the time
then don’t do the crime
How true: “wounded trust can’t be healed
without proof of sincerity”
sometimes even that’s not enough
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Too true, and painful, as much truth is.
and yet – there’s a positive message of retribution
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Maybe politicians should read this before they make their first ‘mistake.’ Brilliant writing again.
politicians are genetically incapable of remorse
A prodigal god, it seems, does not require a pound of flesh; or so at lease says the younger brother . . . blessings . . .
ah yes, but trust lost among men requires at least that much
Too sad–insufficient justice in the here and now.
lost trust is a long lasting tragedy
Yeah, tell me about it–that’s why I have an invisible spouse.
Wow, makeshift. There’s no end to your vocabulary bag of tricks. That’s a term I haven’t heard not read in a long, long time. Fine piece, Paul.
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old fashioned words from an old fashioned mind