I'd thought that, once upon a time
we'd known how to work together,
in which naivete this crime
of ignorance was abetted
by my being far too clever
by half - something i've regretted

ever since, and would atone for,
if only i could understand
better how to open that door,
without cocking things up again.
The first time didn't go as planned
and all that did was to cause us pain.

Help me to figure this out, then:
show me the errors of my ways,
that i might the more think like men,
and in my place amongst your throng,
knowing the glory of our days
harmonise, with you, on life's song.

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