Snuggled in-between,
this little thing called “i”.
When guilt a word in subject,
blame of the who and why.

There is the gee and you
that comes before the “i”.
Surprise of possibilities
can cause a heavy sigh.

Actions with desire,
a substantiated move.
It takes two to tango,
but solely the reprove.

El quickly is in line,
with a tee just like a hilt.
Together not apart,
make up this word of guilt.

But why do I
look low and high
to find that my
home's where I lie?

This word of blame,
I’m in the middle.
So before the shame,
must solve the riddle.

Looking for guilt in everyone
the question asked is why?
That in the center of it all
is not “u” but “i”.

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards