That Age Is Gone Poem by Maurice Harris

Seemingly with nary an end, your mind's strife rages on-
I once believed you my soul's mate-that age is gone! !
Victimized: by your lies, thievery and acts, condemnable-
What you have done to yourself and others, abominable!

How could you, from sanity, so far, stray?
You became another: Jeckyll to your Hyde, Night to your Day-
Because of what you did, upon and since that fateful day,
I bear a scar no one may see, yet shall ne'er go away!

Soon, the reality of your deceit shall hit you, though far too late-
The entire time, you have and shall be the maker of your own fate!
I shall not bear a burden any further than today-
I am but a Father, first and foremost-come what may;
The same lies that removed me from their lives over 2 years ago
Shall be revealed, turned upon you and set your fears aglow!

Maurice Harris,2 December 2009