When I’m Wrong

Even after a 41 year marriage

It’s hard to admit

When I’m wrong


I lash out



I want to laugh

Say, “Oops, you’re right!”


I aim arrows

At tender spots

Then feel bad

I do better

When I’m rested

But most times

I go straight to


A sure sign

I screwed up

“Sorry,” I finally say

Then wait

For a nod

Or a joke

Or a smile

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Louella says:

    I hear you , that’s happened to us all !

    1. Thanks, Louella! Hugs to you. Len

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