There's Hope Poem by Frederick Nellist

My eyes grow dim against my will
now a lamentable new low
Ancient lovers flirt, only a few
soon they will go
What I was once is left behind
wasted years spent
Guilt still projects me towards
a future good intent.

Refusing no chance to ring my bell
my friendships cursed
Too little too late but a start
my sins never rehearsed
Hearing words from those I love
making a soothing sound
They have my word of no pretence
the past I'll not compound.