Growing Pains

"'tis him in standing water"- and I must add, the water is often hot. Here is my sixteen year old self- rediscovered after so many years.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Crime and punishment

Though folly should be forgiven
Some mistakes are so great
That no mater how you repent
It is far far too late.
Too late to drown in remorse
To open the floodgates of sorrow
To promise to change and
Be different on the morrow
You cannot expect forgiveness
Or demand it as a right
No matte how you beg for it
The burden shan't be light.
You will have to live through
The sneers of everyone’s hate
Nothing ever shall set it right
Anyway it is too late.
You should always consider
Before on a course you advance
Because unlike cricket
Life has no second chance.