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The Fool
by Tony Whitaker
This is a tale of me as a fool.
Though I tried my best to be a good friend
in my candor this buffoon did offend
to scratch the shine of this precious jewel.
On bended knee, I beg "Dear Lord" a tool
to repair this rip in a friend to mend,
I trust you see, to never intend
my rendered words taken so cruel.
So allow me this my fair young friend
to say Im sorry for your distress;
But if he is the "One" who loves and trusts,
then this pain will pass in his revue.
And both will laugh one day at this, and then
to call this fool - forever faithful friend.
01/29/2007
Author's Note: A special sonnet as an apology for pushing the envelope a little far with a very young couple, one of which, did not appreciate my warped since of humor. Alas, I am what I am,
The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning 'round.
Posted on 01/29/2007
Copyright © 2026 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/29/07 at 02:56 PM Though I'm against apologizing for that sort of thing, I do think this is very nicely done. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/29/07 at 05:53 PM I've always contended that writing is first and foremost good therapy,a nd think you've done well here Tony in this regard. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 01/29/07 at 10:40 PM This one is filled with love and adoration for the intended. I am certain they have forgiven you... if they were the slight bit offended, after reading this, how could they not be smiles all around????
alisa;-) |
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