a poem i wrote in 2007 after ruining a friend's trust in me. Many of us have either been there,or been the victim.

Let my honour return to me

Like a kingly robe wrapped around me

To hide a body broken by sorrows

To cover a multitude of regrets

And time like a river

Sweeps me ever onwards

Ceaseless in it’s delivery of me

To a sea of uncertainty

But certainly I am wracked with sorrows

I cannot go back to make things right

The currents of time cannot

be fought against and won

there is only ever forward

so let my honour return to me

that I do and say things

the things that nobility demands

let my heart be strong with courage

protecting as a loving brother

protecting as a loving son

to all men and women

until the memory of my existence fades

with the fading of my bones

J Battersby 2007