04-15-2016, 12:22 PM
#15 I’m sorry
I never thought you’d be offended
by my quick words, but after all
a clock, once wound, is bound to chime
the hours, counting down the time
between the fight, and fences mended.
Sometimes you win; that’s when I fall
but one of us is always up
and offers help. A loving cup
to steep the wine of friendship in
shines pure gold, though made of tin.
I never thought you’d be offended
by my quick words, but after all
a clock, once wound, is bound to chime
the hours, counting down the time
between the fight, and fences mended.
Sometimes you win; that’s when I fall
but one of us is always up
and offers help. A loving cup
to steep the wine of friendship in
shines pure gold, though made of tin.