Sorry
All debts are gathered along life’s way
Must be paid back before I take the long sleep
I hope my debts are not too steep
I have little left of which to give
To Mary, I say
I loved you more than words can say
I am sorry I did not marry you that day
A coward runs from what he fears
A chance to do it all again
That prayer is on my lips
That love endures and lives again
Your name on each dying breath
I am leaving now, like once before
I will be back, don’t close the door…
©Anita Dawes
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