The Daily Poem

THE SINS I'VE DONE

I can't forget the sins I've done;

Each tactless thought & act.

Sometimes they linger one by one,

Parading past all matter-of-fact,

Like models on some promenade

All dressed to the killer nines.

And as they pass they wink & nod,

Well-read between the lines.

They know my falsehood, know my shame,

They've seen my burning gaze;

They know my face, they know my name,

And each one knows my ways.

I close my eyes and hope to hide,

But sins are crafty shades.

I must confess that down inside

My shining surface fades.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Ballad Meter

Beijing, China

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