My conscience, the voice of disappointment,
When I have severed a meaningful bond--
An unwelcomed inner acknowledgment
For choices made, of which I am not fond;
Times I wish I could have a magic wand
To make my improper choice go away,
Times I kept my inner values at bay.
I must always hear that small voice inside
Every waking moment of every day,
And let my conscience be my trusted guide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem