THE LAST RIDE HOME

(The Motorcycle Accident that killed Kim Hubert, by Robert Margetts..Acrylic paint on canvas)

To my friend—

for I cannot speak,

my words are written

through another man.

 

I am sorry—

sorry it ended this way,

sorry for the pain I caused

through my foolish act.

I took another life,

not in self‑defense,

and I took a little of you with me.

 

Forgive me,

but do not forget me,

for I shall never forget you.

And when you are older,

take pity on a young fool.

Learn from my mistakes.

Never again will I touch,

never again will I cry,

never again will I dream

or savor the feel of water upon my lips.

But remember this:

I walk near you at all times,

and when you cry for me,

my memories grow stronger.

Remember me.

Please— remember me.

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WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS POEM?

This poem is about remorse, memory, and the fragile thread that connects the living to those who are gone. It’s a letter of apology, a plea for forgiveness, and a reminder that even those who make terrible mistakes still long to be remembered with compassion.

A Mi Amigo

A mi amigo, pues no puedo hablar; mis palabras se escriben a través de otro hombre.

Lo siento, lo siento por haber terminado así, lo siento por el dolor que causé con mi acto insensato.

Tomé otra vida, no en defensa propia, y también me llevé una parte de ti.

Perdóname, pero no me olvides, pues yo jamás te olvidaré.

Y cuando seas mayor, ten piedad de un joven necio.

Aprende de mis errores. Nunca más tocaré, nunca más lloraré, nunca más soñaré ni saborearé el agua sobre mis labios.

Pero recuerda esto: camino cerca de ti en todo momento, y cuando llores por mí, mis recuerdos se harán más fuertes.

Recuérdame. Por favor… recuérdame.

HUMAN ERROR

(Human error, by Robert Margetts)

Walk with my thoughts

and learn from this cadaverous face

Cry for my pain

and die with the human race...

Breathe my air

and see through my sanguinary eyes

Listen to the hungry children

Can you hear their cries?

Crawl with my severed leg

and touch with my charred hand

Learn from my dry lips

bleeding words into our land..

This is the ballad of our future

We are to blame,

for we are man.

THIS COLD HEART

(Johnny Cash taking ten, by Robert Margetts)

Chilling hearts and freezing nights

and another log burns into tiny embers

as the winds of past whisper tales outside my frozen door.

It was a time when heroes walked in true silence

and tormented children cried into the black night.

It was a time of death in mid light

and evil prowled the Earth for food.

Where trees once stood tall, now gave way to decaying old stumps.

It was a time when love was slavery,

but the chains of obligation that were linked together by iron memories

had weakened and tarnished.

And then as the rising sun met the high wind,

she appeared.

To climb the pyramids of Egypt

To walk the paths of Plato.

She bathed in the Seas of China

and touched the Rock of Gibraltar.

She drank from the cup of Erasmus

and haggled in the bazaars in Istanbul.

It was a time of friendship

of loving one another and making dreams

and crying about tomorrow.

It was a time when friends held hands and believed in today.

And, when the sun set, she went with it.

Memories..

Can you tell me where they go at night?

Memories...

Can you tell me why they won't come back?