by Glen Martin Fitch
I can't undo
what stupidly I've done.
Tho face embarrassment
I'd rather die.
I've lost their trust, respect.
We cannot lie.
I know from this
my friendship they will shun.
But one's response
defines integrity.
Confronted I did NOT
deflect,
deny,
discredit,
minimize or
justify,
manipulate or
turn the hurt on me.
I listened,
took responsibility,
apologized,
accepted all the blame.
I sought support for change
and in my shame
Did NOT retreat or
act addictively.
One seldom gets momentum
at a start,
a stinging slap
from God
to make me smart.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011