He sounded incoherent, he acted dazed
He said “Forgive me for the wrong I’ve done”
He said “forgive me, forgive me son”
“I thought I was doing the best I could do
Thought it was what was right for you
And also what was right for me
Can you? Can you? Can you see?”
“I always kept my shoulder to work’s wheel
No matter how bad that made me feel
I always stood up to do my share
Never realizing how that was unfair”
I could never see beyond any given day
Never learned the words for what I wanted to say
Never could I tell you just how very dear
You are to me and of feelings near”
“You see I’ve missed the very best part
Of our life together from the very start
For I saw naught else but the road ahead
Not the rising sun, nor evening sky red”
I suppose there is much which you can’t forgive
Even though I haven’t long to live
And certainly the blame belongs with me
For what I failed to know or see”
With his last gesture he motioned me near
And repeated to me in words crystal clear
“Forgive me for the wrong I have done”
“Forgive me, Forgive me, Forgive me son”
Copyright ©2002 Marty K Vandermolen, all rights reserved
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