The Day On Which My Companion Was Born
A poem from the novel
"The Essence of Poetry II:Gerald's Sophomore Yet Grown Poetrybook"
Written by: Gerald L. Ingraham
I admit to forgetting the most important day
Of our lives together, the day of your birth;
Til this day, I sit still and wonder hours away,
And I cannot forgive myself for what it's worth.
There is no excuse for my sophomoric action,
I do not deserve your heart of forgiveness;
I have defaulted on my very end of our paction,
Because I am a fool who you want to kiss.
You are too good with your endless chances,
Given to me time and time over and over again;
I feel the contrition of a man beyond romances,
Because you still can forgive me for each sin.
I am not an innocent little boy who can choose
To trot the path of learned lessons and lores;
I am just an unfrank man who always refused
To abide by the laws of love that one enamors.
I am sorry for forgetting the day you were born,
And I admit that I try for the better then I err;
I always ruin a romance for me which I scorn,
Because my love life seems to be so very unfair.
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