The night is at last,
falling away.
I hear it go past,
not going to stay.
I feel deep regret
at not being the way.
Not filling the bet,
just staying away.
I feel deep remorse
dropped off my high horse.
Disappointed to see,
that the bad can be me.
I am sorry I feel,
this love that's so real.
It is hard to understand,
I wish it would bend,
but it can only break,
so please my apology take.
40 Years On and more on Substack
10 months ago
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