I have often been forwarded for ideas,
not allowed to know what I was supporting
where the actions that I was prompted
to complete became the tipping point
for a failure in which I carried the blame
which left the sponsor of my shame free to carry on.
I accepted being made the second wrong,
in a whole series of decisions made by others
where when different sponsors were in conflict
and their disagreement gave me no exit from them.
In a world in which two wrongs cannot make a right,
I was the wrong who was made to be condemned
that made earlier wrongs seem better in their time,
and excusable. What more could I ask of life?
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