A mistake well forgotten
Is a mistake waiting to reoccur.
It’s sad but interesting
How we forget what caused us so
much misery.
A mistake well forgotten
Is a mistake waiting to reoccur.
It’s sad but interesting
How we forget what caused us so
much misery.
one day you’re going to catch on
step back and pause
and know your inkling was right all along
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tainted i agree
and stained indelibly
as much as i do
to out its residue
it bleeds it bleeds
it seeps into my very being
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don’t believe in me
i’ll only let you down
don’t profess your trust
i’ll fall prey to suspicious thoughts
don’t hold out your hand
i just may brush it away
don’t uphold me in any way
i just might drag you down with me
Is it Age which has tarnished this man?
loosened his tongue?
lessened his morals?
degraded his respect?
diminished his kindness?
Has wear and tear and time done its deed?
No….only that irrepressible bitterness of life
and its thorny, barren path.
Do i hate this one now?
No, not hate…after all that has gone by…
struggled and survived.
No, not hate…no, not a lot…just a little.
Ungratefulness is a nettle-laden venom
inflaming all those who are no less weaker than you.
see how selfish one is to remember:
only his errors, his faults
his stumblings-grumblings-bumblings
his wandering and oft lost thoughts…
see how my finger points…how my words sting,
even when inside i am only hurt because
i let the finger point and the words sting…