'Who was listening <br />when I apologised <br />for my life? ' <br /> <br />I jotted that down <br />in a moment of regret <br />over the wasted things <br />of life, that is, my life.. <br /> <br />and thought, that <br />sounds a bit like dialogue <br />or rather monologue to audience <br />stage or stalls <br />in Chekhov <br /> <br />so if no-one was listening <br />well, that's that <br /> <br />but suppose that 'everything' <br />was listening, and made <br />changes so subtle that <br />they'll go unnoticed except <br />that I find I have <br />nothing to apologise for <br />even to myself<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0031-check-off/
