Hey
Hey
I’ve still got words to say,
I’m sorry I failed you that day,
And the guilt doesn’t go away.
I’d give my last dime-
To hear your voice one more time.
I knew you were sick…
But when the fire burned the wick…
And the clock continued to tick…
I understood too late-
And you couldn’t wait.
I was asked to speak-
But at the microphone my voice went weak,
My words diminished
And I couldn’t finish
There’s still words to say-
I’m sorry I failed you that day…
And every time I went out to play-
Instead of listening to you,
Before you went away.
…I wear your cap now
And every faded hole left behind show:
“The kiss of the sun for pardon.
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer Gods heart in a garden than anywhere else on earth.”
~Dorothy Frances
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