It's tragedy, contracting on the side of the water,
If wishes could make a row
Boats would never know
And the living would go slow
Sorry is the answer to low:
Feel the sadness rather than lifting
A heavy past and present and shame and
Guilt won't deliver on its promises,
Answering to a self
That isn't going to wash away
Boats go by, never through,
And pause only when time hiccups
The breeze breathes rough air into clean eyes
Glistening turns to tears with a wish and an admission
I was never enough
To make a grade into a life
And therefore, I reason,
Lakeside cause and effect
Lap at the shore
Without overcoming the bank
Roman Ryan 