Forgive Me O, Friend

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Forgive me o, my dearest friend For pushing you to the corner or dead end You were taken to smoking And then to hashish and smacking What kind of harm did me to you? You were to pass all ordeals through Was it intentional on my part? Or was a just thought with wrong start? I must blame my self first As your parent had put enough of trust That I shall help him till the last I took him to deep and dark valley very fast Was it an ignorance or fine show? We wanted to be with time and grow We never knew its ill effects Just followed bad ways with acts Not that alone I should be blamed for what has happened The controversy had already taken place and sharpened There was talk of the two and we were singled out Shamed all along as there was nothing more to talk about When it became know to us we acted very intelligently We did not loose nerves and reacted very gently We started to come out of its ill effects Left everything coolly and preferred not to react It worked well with strong support from all over Parent too were sympathetic and provided cover We did earnestly what ever we could to avoid bad show The dirt of the river was removed so as to facilitate smooth flow There has to be cross and double checks on movement When child enters youth and waits for sweet moment If he gets good company and proper environment Everything can run smoothly and there may not be any room to resent

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