Special Task

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.