Have stirred.

I know my faults.  I see them.
I am conscious that they’re there.
I don’t like them.  I regret them.
I wish them gone.  I care.
Today is one of those days.
So many hours of good replaced,
Bu that five minutes of frustration.
Our joy then becomes laced.
I am sorry, and I’m say so.
I’m human and I erred,
But there’s now poison in the pot,
That the events today have stirred.