It is always
What I would like to think
That I would do first.
...It’s not of course.
It’s after anger,
It’s after fear,
It’s after the hate,
That draws me near.
It’s a wearing out,
It’s a draining away,
It’s waiting it out,
Day after day.
So go ask God
For his forgiveness,
He is so much quicker
Than I.
Or ask me again
Much more later,
After I’ve had
A lot more liquor.
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forgiveness-6/
