Any days rife with anger are long-since gone; <br />Remaining behind is hurt and confusion, long-lingering, since its dawn! <br />Love, alone, should've been enough for reasoned thought to follow, <br />Believe, I do, the mantra: 'always tell the truth...', your words are hollow! <br /> <br />Long gone too, any want for vengeance: <br />God shall allow for you to serve your penance! <br />Your futile attempt to prove me guilty, proved you to be such, <br />Though perhaps deserving of punishment, penal-may be too much! <br /> <br />Self-guilt, served with a helping of inner-shame shall, I believe, suffice, <br />Though, a taste of your bitter medicine, I think, at times, to be nice! <br />You have implied in the past that, perhaps I love thee not sufficiently- <br />It appears though, that you were the one loving deficiently! <br /> <br />If anyone need prove anything, to anyone, <br />It is you, to me and all others! I await thee dear, until the day is done! <br /> <br />Maurice Harris,17 January 2008<br /><br />Maurice Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/until-the-day-is-done/
