THE LONG YEARS

The years have been long,
The troubles immense;
Survival the only criteria.

No matter how black the days became,
No matter how long the night terrors reigned,
I always knew you were there.

Believe me when I tell you I know your pain;
I carry the guilt for your pain,
I carry the guilt for my pain.
If only I had known long years ago
the path down which I trod.

I make no excuses; that time has passed:
But I was not able to watch
while others fought for what I believed.
I was never a conscript - always a volunteer.
My courage was never in question -
only my commonsense.

My courage is now gone - you have gone -
I have nothing left to fight with now.

KNOW YOU GO WITH ALL MY LOVE

©Copyright February 2002 by Paul Anforth