Good Intentions
Though you might not call it a success,
I strived to do what I thought best.
Yet, I did not get it right, I guess.
I admit that, and I confess -
what I made was one big mess.
Now that my life is almost through,
and you ask, "What were you trying to do?"
I softly say, "I am one who,
more than anything else, loved you,
and tried, always, to be true."
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