What's Done Is Done
You can't call back the things you've done,
Nor stop the words you've spoken.
Accusing one another now,
Will not mend pledges broken.
The past is but a memory,
Of old things done and over,
Merely shades of times gone by,
That cannot be lived over.
One cannot live one's whole life through,
Beneath a darksome burden,
To hurl dark spears of wrath o'er long,
Will cause a fearsome burgeon;
A growth that kills the good in life,
And leaves but empty shells;
It's best to leave the past alone,
Just memorys on the shelf.
Judy Ball
"FOR WHERE ENVY AND STRIFE IS, THERE IS CONFUSION AND EVERY EVIL WORK."
James 3:16
It's a lot easier to hurt someone who cares about you than someone who doesn't.
For A Fragment Of Life Contest by Constance LaFrance - Aug. 20.2011
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011
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