© 2008 Ree Tjeerdsma

With thanks to Mutt for some word choices.

I want to think you simply didn't know
The anguish you would cause on your behalf,
The price extracted from an honest man
Who never did a thing to harm yourself.

And yet I cannot help but be ashamed
To keep any acquaintence with a girl
So selfish she could not see the effects
Her accusations feasibly would wreak.

Your youth does not excuse your young misdeeds
Nor shield you from my angry scrutiny.
Unhappy as you were, you could have talked,
Explained yourself without acerbity.

But still my fervent hope is, when you're grown,
That you may fail to reap what you have sown.

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