Furthermore to my recent correspondence,
I wish to add on an additional few lines.
Firstly, upon the manner of my diatribe
against the subject in contention:
I was wrong, you were right,
life is too short for us to fight
over words – no matter how cleverly they are writ.
Secondly, my portrayal of you,
it was a betrayal of the truth,
as neither of us is still in the prime of youth –
so I’ve been told –
in fact: we are both growing ‘old’.
Thirdly, and lastly,
my referring to you as a fossilised being
seeing as I am more decrepit
in every way than you;
true, I am the younger, by months,
and once ran a marathon;
but that was a long, long,
I know, I should think before I speak,
but, I do so hope
that an apology now
will help to put things right.
Yours, in all humility –
and just a little senility –
simply saying ‘Sorry’.
Edwin Hruth (Mr.)
to Alice Hruth
my dearest twin sister.