James Casey (11June 1940 / Binghamton, New York)

My life is one I can regret
Made mistakes, that's true
Wouldn't change a moment
If it meant not loving you…

If change meant not knowing joy
Many heartaches along the way
If it meant not knowing all my pain
Or the great fulfillment of today…

Spent in the grind of everyday
Lost in a world of come what may
Beneath the blush of moonlit skies
Stood a heart waiting for it's demise

This heart was bruised and tattered
From the many scars it bore
But you reached ever deeper,
Then discovered even more…

For there you found, to your surprise
Much passion and desire
You set ablaze a spark that fueled
An everlasting fire…

You saw beyond the bitter man
Whose path was hard to see
Then recognized, to my surprise
The decent man inside of me…


James Casey 1989