A Sombre Tale

(From The Poem: ‘Sorry’ – Ken McEwan)

This man a putrid wretch of knots
Whom limps among his fellow trees
He is a lonely of woes and yet
Forgotten, he’s trampled; as he pleas

This thing a storm expressed by doubt
He hurts, used by moralities Cause
It is a wicked way to learn and yet
Excused, he’s punished; for his flaws