Regrets

                   Regrets                                                                                                                                          Twas not a fair old life iv'e had  
While others prospered in their
wealth 
I stole the fruit of many stall
and shared it with my worthy peers
And  now a man of failing heart                                          
I sometimes  hear the angels call
 I beckon them  with whispers soft
no will savour will I find 
just  doomed to lie on lonely bed  
no child nor wife to soothe my brow
No testament to bare my name
No legacy for me