Leftovers and afterthoughts
Are all we tend to give
Burnt offerings’ ashes
From the bottom of the bin
If I knew then
What I know now
How rich,
Or, how poor
What would I have been
Or, what would I have become
If I knew then
What I know now
Does God deserve first offering?
My gift is last and suffering
Does he deserve an honest mind?
Not lies we use to hide behind
The last becomes first
Our first becomes worst
The day becomes night
The desire becomes thirst
If only I knew then
What I should know now
The first of my love
Would have been the best
…of the amount
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