My Open Letter

I know I can be happy
as long as
I have you by my side;
on my side.
I am not a bad person-
just a little biffed-up
bent-up and
bewildered.

But I can still smile,
and laugh
and work
through my pain.
Sure, I am older
and I hope wiser.
But is age
an immenant
death sentence-
is it?

Please, be kind.
Do not judge me
on my past actions;
but listen to
my words-
I will not lie
anymore.

It is true,
I was coarse,
self-centered
and cruel causing
lots of pain
on those that
cared the most-
but today,
I am redemptional.
I have repented.
I am not that man
anymore.