On Making Amends

When the music fades
And the dust settles
We shall stop and stare
At the vanity
Of all we strove for.

An eternity
Saw me hard-pressed, Child!
With goals, dreams and chores
I forgot to watch
You, twirling pretty.

I saw him laughing,

Dancing in the rain,
A pauper in glee;
While I sold my soul
For smiles, that were free?

You look radiant
Cradling your newborn,
A life of your own
To wrestle with; still
Save a dance for me?

A deluge of thoughts
Come arraigning and
Overwhelming me;
Naught ‘tween us now but
An apology.

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