Your Conscience

You will remember this day; One day! Until the day that you die, Like all the other days that have drifted past The days that I have sat alone, and did cry. You will sit back and then you will reflect Until you are old and gray without any choice, You will not ever hear me speak again But, now speaking, you will hear that inner voice. Your inner voice it will then speak unto you It will remind you about your days long gone past, The days when I was there and waiting for you Now your days too, are coming up very fast. You cannot ever go back into time The tears of mine have already been shed, All that is left of me now is only the memories And as you know, I lay somewhere faraway dead. You will sit and you will argue alone with yourself As you try to build up your own defense, On the things that you have said and also have done But, then arrives your own moral sense. It makes you look and reflect back to your past And on the days of ours that are now long gone, Now those days have become memories and shadows And like a portrait, life can never ever be redrawn. I have never walked into the steps that you are walking As to guilt and dishonor I was an amateur, I did good always for you as I was your father, and gullible But, then to me it brought forth only your demur. We all are born both blind and not hearing Then we see and hear and then comes the quarrels, We all were given a soul and its strict rules But, some of us were created without any morals. My heart and my soul have always been opened But, some hearts are closed or are encased with ice or a flame, Some people care about themselves only And sadly like you, they have no caring or shame. As I lay in the deep dark ground somewhere, waiting To your acts and your deeds against me, I did forgive, You are now left with an empty soul, and a barren wallet Now at night alone with your conscience, your must live. Randy L. McClave