Your Conscience Poem by Randy McClave

You will remember this day; One day!
Until the day that you die,
Like all the other days that have drifted past
The days that I have sat alone, and did cry.
You will sit back and then you will reflect
Until you are old and gray without any choice,
You will not ever hear me speak again
But, now speaking, you will hear that inner voice.
Your inner voice it will then speak unto you
It will remind you about your days long gone past,
The days when I was there and waiting for you
Now your days too, are coming up very fast.
You cannot ever go back into time
The tears of mine have already been shed,
All that is left of me now is only the memories
And as you know, I lay somewhere faraway dead.
You will sit and you will argue alone with yourself
As you try to build up your own defense,
On the things that you have said and also have done
But, then arrives your own moral sense.
It makes you look and reflect back to your past
And on the days of ours that are now long gone,
Now those days have become memories and shadows
And like a portrait, life can never ever be redrawn.
I have never walked into the steps that you are walking
As to guilt and dishonor I was an amateur,
I did good always for you as I was your father, and gullible
But, then to me it brought forth only your demur.
We all are born both blind and not hearing
Then we see and hear and then comes the quarrels,
We all were given a soul and its strict rules
But, some of us were created without any morals.
My heart and my soul have always been opened
But, some hearts are closed or are encased with ice or a flame,
Some people care about themselves only
And sadly like you, they have no caring or shame.
As I lay in the deep dark ground somewhere, waiting
To your acts and your deeds against me, I did forgive,
You are now left with an empty soul, and a barren wallet
Now at night alone with your conscience, your must live.

Randy L. McClave