I’m Sorry

Why is it so hard to say, these two simple words
That can help reduce the pain, they need to be heard
Instead of pretense or fear, I just wish I could hear:

I’m sorry that I caused you
To hurt and maybe cry
I’m sorry for the time we lost
Due to my stupid pride

I have wasted so much time
We could have shared together
Thinking how to hurt you back
What would feel to you, forever

I was offended, and got really mad
Not sure why, and yes, it is quite sad
But in reality, you did nothing wrong
You’ve told me the truth, but it was too strong

I know I lied, and didn’t fix, the things that I created
But losing you, I did not expect; it was not anticipated

I never was the type, to apologize
I’m sorry if I caused, your heart to agonize
I wish I was a better person, now that I can see
How with time healing comes, but now you’re not near me

I have to say I’m sorry, deep down you must know
Or in the day of my last breath, those words release my soul

Pride—one of the deadly sins; it goes before destruction of: a marriage, a job, and even friendship.

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The Kitchen Table

 Conversation Time

If you are like me, then you are able
To sit with the girls at the kitchen table
And have a good time, there’s no need for wine
Because what will be said, you will take to bed
Thinking how great was your day, what a wonderful stay
At what has become, the confession booth fun

Watch out, we Will cackle
And cry from the laughter
For the things that are said, there is no back tracker

Once out in the open, the quiet ones see
How much fun it is, to be honest and free

We talk about friends, we talk about men
We talk about God, we talk about love
There are visual signs, high blood pressure too
When we talk of our jobs, and our boss, the big goof

When it comes to our past, we release now with laughter
What we once couldn’t tell, we just hid very well
Time does heal the wounds, and support’s always able
To bring the girls to the kitchen table

We burst out in laughter
He walks in the room, everyone’s quiet
He says “what?” real soon
Inside we are dying, we know something new
No longer private, brought to the table’s climate.

Remember what’s said, and it’s been done
The kitchen table, confession booth fun.

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Wandering Eyes

I’m a man of good taste, good values and fun.
Loving my wife, over 20 years’ run.

I love her dearly, yet something is wrong
In her voice, I still hear her song.
It’s not lack of beauty, good love or attention
I’m beginning to see life, in another dimension.

I’ve grown rounder and my hair is thinner
I’m not sure of me, am I still a winner?
I’m beginning to worry and it’s quite a fright.
Why am I changing, what do I fight?

Is this the change where I feel I must conquer?
A new hunter’s game, to satisfy what I wonder?

Most men regret leaving, with time they decide
What I had was good; why did I lie to my mind?
To myself I did damage, I can’t shake my thoughts
She was the world to me, where did I go wrong?

She is the gauge that I use to measure
With the next one, will I have pleasure?
Will this one fulfill my needs from within?
No one seems to make it, I’m lost; life is grim.

I’m mad at the world, yet I have no one to blame
But myself at my age, I should be ashamed.
I knew that I questioned myself at that stage
For those thoughts made me weak, I reacted, engaged.
I responded to thoughts, and not from the heart
So now I pay dearly, I was not very smart.

We all go through changes, both men & women
Physical and emotional, you make life your lesson.
Too bad it takes over, if you have no control
For life’s greatness is really, how much you let go.

If you released those thoughts, from when they appeared,
Your life would happy and without fear.
You learn to deal with emotions, if you’re strong in God’s love,
He gave us the pathway, He gave us his son.

You know temptation may enter your mind
So put on your armor, don’t let evil align
Fight for your love, until death, to the end.
The only struggle will be, the one from within.
Don’t let temptation seize your life plans
In order to keep her, your very best friend.

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The Mirror Within

It’s been a long time that I’ve been with this man
I’m getting tired of being so mad
I’m beginning to feel, that he is just here
But wonder without him, what will I fear
I have to decide what I will do
Is this just a phase, or is it me too
That won’t recognize the problems, you see
For they come from within, the problem is me
He is a good man that provides and loves well
I cannot imagine him, with someone else
For it will hurt me too great, if he’s not by my side
I’m still in love, I just realized
He doesn’t deserve this side of me
Where did it come from, I never did see
I must face my fears and deal with myself
Adjust my mindset, and get some help
For I knew all along, a woman does change
As we age we become, hormonally strange
The men recognize it, but we think they complain
When reality is, we are not quite the same
If we could see the changes as they come
We could control the symptoms with love
We could get some direction from nature itself
Your nutrition’s important, and very stealth
Not enough vitamins, sun or vacations
Changes your body, leads to degeneration
We don’t see it coming or want to admit it
But people around us, start teasing us with it
You’re acting a fool, a bit too emotional
When you start hearing those words, the issue’s controllable
So ladies, you see, it’s just nature’s course
You’re not going crazy,
You are just, gracefully aging
Now deal with the inside and you will soon see
A beautiful flower preserving its seed
Love yourself, take it in stride
Your man will adore you, for taking care of that side.