Guilt Poem by Jon Yttri

I would pay much more than I can ever afford
To undue the harm I have done.
Maybe God makes us bad at first
So we'll be better in the long run.
If I could only have done what now makes sense,
And rewrite my own history book;
I'd use the advantage I was than denied-
The gift of a backward look.
The one who committed these foolish deeds,
Wasn't me, but someone else in my body.
Now I hope I'm more mature and enlightened
And a little less morally shoddy.
You may have been hurt by the venom I've uttered
By the sting of my black poison tongue.
If I only knew then how I would feel
On the day I was no longer young.
Hurt might you have been by my words
But not nearly so much as I.
In your world, they may have long ago faded;
But in mine, they will never die.
Time never gives us a second chance.
It does, but it's no quite the same.
Time can change your heart and your will,
But it can never undo your shame.