Winters shoulders ache
Under burden of snow
By your graveside
In bitter show
Darkened skies
A breeze to dance
Tears in eyes
A farewell glance.
So many years
Like rolling dice
My many sins
My many vice
Echo shrill
To moving trees
Forgive me I ask
Forgive me please.
The torch you left
Still burns bright
In my soul
My heart to light
I could not be
As good as you
Though I tried
I look to you.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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This reads like a prayer to a dead father, mother or spouse. It recognizes their superiority and humbly begs forgiveness for not measuring up. It rings with sincerity and humility. Very nicely said in good rhyme and meter
most kind, thanking you and much appreciated
You are most welcome
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