A perfectly nice lady walked by today
Said I must have gotten some sun
I’d been crying
How many streams have strummed down these freckled cheeks, the chords bitter, sad tears
Rueful and grudging

That the enemy might pay!

But on the dark moonlit side,
My gaze, stone
I do not regret the tears I’ve caused
Bitter, bitter
words I’ve said in spite
Rueful and judging

That I might pay!