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.