An Old Woman Reflects
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Sheena Blackhall
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I am old now. Forgive me
For loving some too much, or not at all
I am old now. My past creeps up to wrack me
For things that I've done ill, both great and small
I am old now. Attend me
Is it too late to heal the hurts I gave?
I am old now. Absolve me
My guilts, that stand like Harpies round my grave
I am old now. Forget me
Keep open house to life, to sun and rain
I am old now. Those gone before expect me
Would I repeat it all? No. Not again
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