I Was Ever Awakened Poem by Annie Cordelia Adams

I'm sorry you lie there
cradling the last of images

i'm sorry you may forget
the one day, while rocking in your chair

fifty years from now, this old world
will less be here than than it shall be tomorrow

you cry out in anguish, and it pours
onto the ground with his blood

his body in your arms
your screams in alarms

i'm sorry you won't ever know another life;
for i am too bitterly blessed

flowers are my carpet,
and i smile freely each day

but now that i see you,
i know pain; it is real

i'm sorry i was ever awakened
to your horrible misery