I’m Sorry
I’m Sorry
by Beth Wangler
Please don’t reply,
“It’s not your fault.”
The phrase may be other than
An admission of guilt.
Instead it could be
An expression of
Heartfelt sympathy
And the genuine wish
For your well-being.
I’m Sorry
by Beth Wangler
Please don’t reply,
“It’s not your fault.”
The phrase may be other than
An admission of guilt.
Instead it could be
An expression of
Heartfelt sympathy
And the genuine wish
For your well-being.
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