With Regrets
I didn't see you there behind the car.
I'm sorry that I backed across your toes.
And find it, well, I guess I'd say bizarre,
That opening the door I broke your nose.
And while enroute to hospital, I guess,
That I applied the brakes a bit to fast,
And sent you through the windshield, more or less,
So now we'll have to get the thing re-glassed.
And then there was that troublesome event,
When on the ramp your wheelchair got away,
And underneath that ambulance you went.
The insurance should cover that, they say.
And when I went to visit ICU,
I'm sorry that I tripped and when I fell
I knocked all that machinery on you.
I guess you couldn't handle that too well.
The funeral went smoothly I would say.
I had your ashes on the mantle there.
I'm sure you can imagine my dismay.
I didn't mean to drop the urn, I swear!
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