Oh so often we apologize
Just to make amends,
Or avoid being chastised
We effort find portend,
Till failing begs apprise
We seek impede condemn,
Fated waning enterprise
Of which we learn contend,
As time gorges on our pride
That leaves but dust to mend,
With a soupçon of recall guise
For the loss of once held friend,
With otiose apologies to expiate demise!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier