DEAD RECKONING

DEAD RECKONING That stain of guilt, it haunts me still And it will live with me until The end of days, when that arrives As we account for all our lives In that moment one pays the bill A veil of black, no tuck or frill When ink has dried upon the quill And rust has blunted all the knives That stain of guilt When all sorrow has had its fill And others may think what they will Then, so very little survives The balance is reduced to nil That stain of guilt