I’m Not Sorry

A poem by my father, Zeev Kachel
I'm not sorry for the hours that I wastedSuspended in my dreams and idle thoughtI'm not sorry for the days I ruinedThe only thing I care about is the luster I did blot
I care that that’s the way our lives are goingIn power games, for which we'll pay the price,I ache, because of our misunderstandingBecause that which is between us turned hard as ice
I care nothing for the roses that have withered Over their fleeting fragrance I will shed no tearsWhat pains me now is the way I hurt youAnd that if I ask forgiveness, no one hears
No way to settle this, to heal the cutsIn this world there's a price for everythingThe echo of our steps is the witness left behind us
As the light that glowed upon us is already blackening.
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