sonnet 22.12.13.

When you feel glum and life appears way grim
When your material dreams establish dross
When your eyes steam tears let a sorrow swim
When you sense far in future further loss
When youve won minor points in vain with vim
When youre late to say a sorry overgloss
When you call dumb a thing you fathom dim
When you wont take it back and give a toss
At no point can you try and make amends
It works a wobbly situation far worse
Secures for addled you a causal curse
Give up your monumental morbid ends
The worst youve done is just a simple sin
Let grace round you as crimes need not begin
Chorus sin lapse transgression