It is with much frustration
That I scribe this ordeal
A heart wrenching event
The bane of a lost creed
What is expected is void
I Am Sorry

It is their inability to think
That what is grasped early
An act of tragic magnitude
The grown man’s memory
What one gets is so dumb
I Am Sorry

It behooves everyday life
That they cannot use keys
As simply turning a lock off
The thought aches my soul
What a low state to pass by
I Am Sorry

It requires more and desire
That we groom a ready lot
As fit to hold the ship reins
The task velvets their crown
What a superb steed to be
I Am Sorry

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