Staring back at my almost eighty years
There is not a single soul I've known
From whom I would not beg a pardon
Nor a single one to whom I would
Not give my own I promise
In memory we meet again
Except I have forgotten some
Of your names and faces covering up
The harm too glaring I did you
Out of a sometimes evil impulse
I have still not learned to master
In memory we will meet again
But then for the first time
And I will get to know you better
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