A restless mind won’t let him sleep
Or free his soul to let him weep,
For words and deeds that he regrets
Of long since past, he can’t forget.
His joyous past now ticks away
While lowly deeds are here to stay.
Forgotten though, while at his best,
Yet haunting him while at his rest.
He justifies the home he’s built,
But while alone he knows his guilt.
Forgiveness? Yes! But they are all gone.
In him alone his pain lives on.
To help erase this guilt and shame
And, in his mind, regain his name,
He reconciles his lowly deeds.
To higher powers, he then concedes.
He cannot change this sordid past
And knows his pain will always last.
But better off is he than some,
For, in remembrance, he has won.