Excuses, Excuses..

Before every wrongdoing,

Before every bad deed,

And every sin,

Some words are said

In terrible justification -

'I've done the world a favour,'

Said the murderer,

Who,

Hitherto,

Had only thought of himself;

'I swear by God,' said the liar,

In the hopes that he'll redeem it later;

'My weights are accurate,'

Protested the cunning market-man;

'What hair?' Sighed the cheating husband;

'I'm broke,' groaned the bourgeois,

Whose finance was immaculate.

But the thief barely said anything at all;

He had to keep quiet.

The gravest sin, though,

Belonged to the dearest -

She took home a lost pessimist,

Tended to him, watered him,

And showed him the window.

She pruned his thorns

and let him grow.

Envious were people -

Everyone above

And everyone below;

They knew of each other,

Everything there was to know.

And between both their breasts,

The rope of love was sewn.

Or so he thought..

Towards the end of day,

'We must talk,'

She said,

To the now-handsome-and-lively young bloom,

Into whose heart

A sudden sadness crept..

The lover,

In awful apprehension, died,

Then wept.

'Goodbye,' said the beloved,

And left.

The End.