Once more I was on my knees,
Crawling towards my loved one,
Begging for her forgiveness
For the wrong I had done.
The first time it happened
She forgave me,
Her generosity was boundless.
But I had done it again,
The second time in thirty-seven years,
Thirty-seven years of married bliss.
Would she find it in her heart
To forgive me one more time,
For bringing her tea up to her,
Bringing it to her twenty minutes late.