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Blame Me
The chronicle of my tears
My son where did he go
The beautiful little man
My yesterdays turned into years
The chronicle of my tears
My daughter, I don’t recognize
An angel once so wonderful
My time has no more days
The chronicle of my tears
Wrong decision, iniquitous father
Lives suffer from decisions taken
My tomorrows turned into nothing
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By Seasgrace on 23 August, 2008, 8:58 pm
Sometimes we live with regret and remorse. We can be our harshest judge and jury. But if we learned something from the experience of loss, of how to be a more compassionate and caring person, then somewhere along the line we gain more than we lost. While that really doesn't lessen the regret, it may enable us to accept things for how they are and why they came about. Bless it, and let it go. Embrace the new life and grow.
Masterfully written, thank you!
Seasgrace
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