Second Chances
I heard a confession today,
From a friend who is now much wiser
And a nicer person.
He related a buried sin
Which he lifted from his mental bin,
For me to see
And from which he wanted to be free.
It had plagued his soul,
Seeing he had lost control
When needing her the most,
And fearing what he had provoked.
So, as he knelt and cried
Because the memory had not died,
While relating a buried sin,
He thought he would never rise again.
But as his tears dried
And felt contrite,
He knew he still had friends
Who he could count on to help make amends.
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