I WAS WRONG

Often I think of her eyes

   Blue as a coral sea –

Often my heart wants to cry,

And for reasons I know not why,

   Maybe it’s just sadness in me!

      But time sings its own song,

      And to yesterday I have to yield:

      “Those memories come at will,

And now I have to admit I did her wrong.”

 

To everyone we cannot always please,

   And my tears now flow like streams,

O the thoughts of her will surely tease,

Of a time when love came with ease

   Is now a remnant of faded dreams!

      But time sings its own song,

      And to yesterday I have to yield:

      “Those memories come at will,

And now I have to admit I did her wrong.”

 

I can only look back when times were good,

   And love was good, and she loved me –

And I would love her again if I could

And if I ask for forgiveness she would,

   And the love in my eyes she’d see!

      But time sings its own song,

      And to yesterday I have to yield:

      “Those memories come at will,

And now I have to admit I did her wrong.”

 

Epaphroditus© April 16, 2024