POEMS ABOUT REGRET > Regret, by Olivia Ward Bush-Banks
REGRET
I said a thoughtless word one day, A loved one heard and went away; I cried: “Forgive me, I was blind; I would not wound or be unkind.” I waited long, but all in vain, To win my loved one back again. Too late, alas! to weep and pray, Death came; my loved one passed away. Then, what a bitter fate was mine; No language could my grief define; Tears of deep regret could not unsay The thoughtless word I spoke that day. OLIVIA WARD BUSH-BANKS 1869-1944 Public Domain |