On Making Amends
When the music fades
And the dust settles
We shall stop and stare
At the vanity
Of all we strove for.
An eternity
Saw me hard-pressed, Child!
With goals, dreams and chores
I forgot to watch
You, twirling pretty.
I saw him laughing,
Dancing in the rain,
A pauper in glee;
While I sold my soul
For smiles, that were free?
You look radiant
Cradling your newborn,
A life of your own
To wrestle with; still
Save a dance for me?
A deluge of thoughts
Come arraigning and
Overwhelming me;
Naught 'tween us now but
An apology.
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