Second Chance

Unwise was I when you were mine,
As wisdom comes with age, and I was
Callow, was I not? But now, with some
Years having passed, and we, too, passing,
Ships at night, on long and unrewarding
Paths, we meet, and I see both what I
Had lost, and what I should have known,
I look within in search of wisdom
With which to redeem myself,
And once more make you mine.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-07 at 00:29

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