one slip
This poem,
not a poem, but an
inside look at someone's life.
There was a time,
maybe once or twice,
that made'em pay the price.
It was just one time, one person, one slip.
But behold as wise ones said
history repeats and it can't be missed.
what now seems so small,
grew into something so large.
I only hope this memory fades,
for great toll will leave great loss.