Day after day it always replays,
What I did and what I didn't say,
Regret is what I feel then
To know that I have lost a friend.
Time goes by but still I'd think,
On what I did to make our friendship sink,
Sadness is what'll sink in at last,
And I fear as if the was cast.
If the day of which to mend,
Will only become what is all pretend,
Right now I'm asking as a friend,
Can I ever make things right again?
Will my conscience never ever be at peace,
Will this suffering never never cease,
Those questions I often felt I asked then,
Wanting so much for this all to end.
But until that day comes along,
I must try to remain as ever strong,
Until the day that we see through,
And be true friends as once I knew!
Will my conscience never ever be at peace, Will this suffering never never cease, Those questions I often felt..... thje struglle of conscience, devoid of religious inflluence, conscience is the voice of the Almighty God......... thank you dear poetess. Kathryn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a beautiful poem on love with heart felt depiction. You can meet your lost friend, you have to wait. You have nicely depicted....... But until that day comes along, I must try to remain as ever strong, Until the day that we see through, And be true friends as once I knew! Thank u dear Kathryn for sharing this poem.