Time and Contrition
Were time in the abundance of our youth
When days stretched out like plains to the horizon
I’d see an endless space, await the truth
Of outcomes that could come from chance arising
But now the dawn but presages the dusk
And time to pause in patience depletes
My innocence no longer in the thrust
To prove the righteousness of my conceit
My love, of value now more than my virtue
Would gladly accept blame that it bring peace
Contrition for the the acts and words that hurt you
No time now for extenuation pleas
The guilt is mine, I’ll take the consequence
Truth needs no more your pain to prove its sense
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