November Poem-a-Day: Day 19

For today’s prompt, write an excuse poem. People are full of excuses–I’m no different–and sometimes they’re valid; other times, not so much. Write a poem about making excuses, listening to excuses, or hey, maybe excuse someone for making them.

1416431176This quote used to live on the top of my Facebook page, back when we had quotes on our Facebook pages. 

I think I’ve received only a handful of actual apologies in my fairly long life. It’s an art form, and we could all do better at this.


You say you didn’t mean it
As if that stops the pain
As if you are my barometer
So I’ve no right to complain

It’s my job to be forgiving
Every time you cause me harm
But remember that I’m broken
And can’t be healed with churlish charm

I love you is not a Band-Aid
I didn’t mean it is no excuse
All your promises are rotting
And I’m tired of the abuse

~ Liesl Dineen 2014

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