On my grave stone

On my grave stone let it read
that I passed in remorse
for unkind deeds

said or done to friend or foe
richer or poorer youngest to old

words lashed out, unkind acts
kinds of things never taken back

let it be known my heart
was not of stone

by no means taught
to bequeath my thoughts
accepting affections I knew not

advisers needed for solace to be
victims of victims
were teachers to me