Human Fraility
Oh speak to me of human fraility
Of lost innocence and virginity
Mistakes of yore leave behind a trail
Of guilt and fear and silent wail
All is lost and yet not lost
Who would want to count the cost
Babe in arms, an innocent sign
Of the blunder and the fine.
Copyright © Venetia Crasta | Year Posted 2011
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