by Nad Simon |
Categories:
friendship, lost love, love, relationship, sad love,
Younger conscience was building yearly
For those that I have held nearly
And those for whom I cared so dearly
Whose faces I still see so clearly
Whose love I treated cavalierly
The regret I feel is real is real!
To my friends who saw my devil’s deal
And those precious ones who saw me keel
And witnessed as I forgot to feel
It happened to many of my friends
It took years and years to make amends
To reverse all of those horrid trends
Dear Woman, you are my one last task
Whose forgiveness I abjectly ask
One last one, I can never get done.