"Tired apologies" is the first poem I wrote after "Slow Descent" came out of its 45 year hibernation. I thought if I once wrote lyrics that somebody thought worthy of turning into a song, maybe I could write a second one, even if it was more than four decades later.
I realized quickly that I did not have the ability to write, or the interest in writing, sweet love songs with happy endings. I am attracted more to gut-wrenching, painful stories, which I find to be more colorful and come to me more naturally, That is not because I have lived a hard life, but because they just feel more soulful and more gripping to me. When I was writing this one, I felt that I would rather have a reader walk away with a troubled sense than with a smile. There are enough love songs out there without me trying to write another one.
At least one of the phrases in this song had floated around in my head for many years. It is the third verse that begins with "The dust blew off the broken steps...", but by the time I finished, it only had a faint resemblance to the original phrase.
Since I do not play an instrument, I do not have the singular ability to turn any lyrics into a song. Along the same lines, I have difficulty writing what might be a chorus, although I did make somewhat of an effort in this one. So, these little "stories" or "poems" will continue to rest quietly unless and until someone decides to take them to the next step.
I told Sossity that your stories were a bit darker than expected. More than one beg for follow up stories. Keep 'em comin'.
Janice