Remorse Poem by John Shea

Remorse



I reflect back on life and my fears
The image is a mess without tears
I do what I think is right
Then falter
My recourse is church and the altar
Living was easy as a young child
Then grew up and went hog wild
Mom is a saint and Dad was the devil
We know whose path I did follow
Now in misery I wallow
I want to abstain
But the years do so wane
Alcohol seems to help for awhile
As I stagger my last dusty miles
Please forgive me for my sins Lord
Loss of your guidance I cannot afford
Install in my heart and brain
The will to follow you
And the wisdom to refrain
Mom is a saint and Dad your forgiven
Life still has meaning and worth
Just once let me cry
Before the day I die
I lash out at life with much fury
But the Lord is my judge
And the angels my jury
Never so forsaken I have felt
Since facing the brunt of the belt
I thought everyone did the same
Forgave you Dad back in nineteen eighty eight
When you met your untimely fate
Because of you I grew up tough
It made the path to heaven mighty rough
Now its up to me
Hope this poem will set you free.
Love John Francis

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John Shea

John Shea

Cherry Point N.C.
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