APOLOGY

Life is like unknown spaces poorly sewn
…with many happenings so duly blown
I cry you in whose presence I’ve grown
And all the very yous my grown has known

For you would be my stories’ tell
Do a good and I’ll write your tell
Spin a bad and I’ll write your yell
Be the worse and I’ll be your sell
Be a danger and I’ll sound your bell

For I state naught, I know not
Though some may have traits poor in lot
They know me not and that’s their plot

So I pray you forgive a sorry me
That you’ll have to in my writings be
Willingly or unwillingly your stories’ fee
Will be your deed whether he or she

If I so smite me, I’ll smite thee
If your acts do crook for me to see
So this apology is oh to thee
You who unfortunately know me
In a circle I happen to be
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 17, 2026.