And Yet

My trials, indenture, my regrets Oh Lord, how solemn I accept that punishment of knowing, its inept forgive, forgive and then forget! This solemn trail, my eyes still wet climb in divesture, hoping, kept be it not usuary, be it not debt but character, that in striving, met! And so my humble prayer's beget is not to agonize bereft, nor field, nor criticize concept, but yield as wise, and yet, and yet!