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