I AM soul-sore and bended and weary, And my being is ancient and gray; The heart in my bosom is dreary, And I long to be up and away. I want to re-spend what I squandered, I seek but one chance to repay; For to-night my soul awakened and wandered O'er the road to the gone yesterday. Oh, the wrongs that can never be righted And the wounds that can never be healed; The darkness that could have been lighted; The truths that too late were revealed; The burdens so readily shifted And the thorns that I should have withdrawn; The anguish that might have been lifted From a heart that was thoughtlessly torn; The clean things my foolish feet muddied; The innocent men I judged wrong; The home that with sorrow I flooded; The deaf ear I turned to life's song; The struggler so easily aided; The wanton whom I might have checked; The heartlessness that I paraded; The dear ones I hurt with neglect; The flower I robbed of its beauty And tossed in a day to the slime; The hour I faltered in duty; The whim whose indulgence was crime: Oh, God! though I face Thee repentant, I ask not Thy mercy as yet; I seek not to find Thee relentent Until the To-morrow is met. I thank Thee that Thou hast unshuttered The blindness that darkened my soul. My prayer to Thee now is not uttered In hope to default conscience' toll. I ask Thee to see me in sorrow And grant me the prayer that I pray— That @3I@1 may make right on the morrow The wrongs that @3I@1 wrought yesterday. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1839) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CANTICLE OF THE RACE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AT THE CHURCH DOOR by GEORGE SANTAYANA |