As I gaze through life’s window at a tattered past,
That once overlooked the greenest grass,
Now that meadow looks doomed and grim,
From misuse, abuse, and the sowing of sins,
Once, a smart man told me, ”you’ll reap what you sow”
Then he told me a story that ended…
“Son, trust me I know!”
Many years later,
As I stare through these panes,
Or the few that are left,
The others shattered by shame,
I give it my all and replace all the glass,
Yet, I’m bound by these chains of my transgressions of past,
The boy that they judge,
He’s no longer within,
So why’s the man that they face expected to carry his sins?
© 2019 CP Gaines
Lorna Lamon on April 28, 2019:
This is an insightful poem which left me wondering if the man had forgiven himself for his past transgressions.
CP Gaines (author) from Out West on April 24, 2019:
Thanks for commenting Audrey!
It's always nice to hear from my readers.
Audrey Howitt from California on April 24, 2019:
You raise an interesting question!