I made a pledge last year,
Now I condole you on my behalf,
For I have shunned every word you said.
I was ignorant of you,
But now that you have gone,
I see the odds of the situation.
I feel a pang of guilt,
For banishing your entry,
To set foot in my Temple.
It is I who personally send my regards,
For I have now learned of your worth,
My hunger for money has fled.
I see my self in repentance,
Of not having to see you,
Please forgive me for I have failed you.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 7:04 AM UTC
I made a pledge last year,
Now I condole you on my behalf,
For I have shunned every word you said.
I was ignorant of you,
But now that you have gone,
I see the odds of the situation.
I feel a pang of guilt,
For banishing your entry,
To set foot in my Temple.
It is I who personally send my regards,
For I have now learned of your worth,
My hunger for money has fled.
I see my self in repentance,
Of not having to see you,
Please forgive me for I have failed you.
A poem of guilt and pain. From an unknown to seek forgiveness from his/her long lost companion.
