Scortch and burn [peom]
The times I get burned,
Old troubles are churned.
The way I repute my mind,
I always just try and act kind.
But I always scortch me,
That time I have to be.
Why do I enter in the fight?
Someone else is flying the kite.
So hopefully without injury,
All the others will forgive me.
They must know that i don't mean
To step in when there is no need.
But of course, everyone makes a mistake,
That, of course is why I must take,
This time to just appologize to you,
For just overstepping my bounds against you.