Blame

On a fact finding mission, I traveled one day
Observing obstructions that got in the way.
I found, when I wandered too close to the hole,
I kicked loose the gravel and cankered my soul.

And, sometimes, I wounded some helpless one
Who hollered and scolded until I was gone.
"Forgive me," I offered. "I really am sad.
I hope to see good and put stop to the bad.

I know I've offended. I fell when I tripped.
No injury was intended, I'm sorry I slipped!"
"You really are careless! You ought to be flayed!
Get out of here mister!" But, somehow, I stayed.

The ranting and raving had gone to my heart.
I truly was sorry, but I still couldn't part.
I want to mend fences. I want to fix things.
I want to relate to all positive dreams.

I even am grateful for hurting and woe.
I accept of life's sorrows. But,
The Blame's got to go!

© 1999 Val John Jennings