Guilt… #Poetry

I am gazing out my window

Thinking back on my timeline

I don’t do guilt. I make decisions

and what comes, comes.

That’s how I feel, except for this one time

I borrowed six pence from the wooden bowl

Inside the church porch

This money was for magazines.

I was twelve years old

Roaming around on my own

I wanted a warm cup of tea

and money for the jukebox.

Music was something I needed.

I have replaced that money many times

But the guilt still weighs the same

Whenever it is remembered…

©AnitaDawes