By brian francis Errors made in acts and words Burden the soul, worry the mind Efforts suffered in younger days Often Ill-considered and unkind Selfishness is that cancer within Tainting your thoughts with greed Making your garden once bright Overgrown with that thorny weed Late in life those memories persist when we had the chance to be kind instead we chose the cardinal path a moment of joy; torture resigned Yet imagine a soul so perfectly clean An indemnifier of all one might do A virtuous redeemer with Midas’ touch A creation of mind to cleanse you Copyright © 2020 brian francis |