Just So You Know
It’s cruel to ask us about our past.
Do we interrogate you? Do we probe
you to reveal the long buried,
demand to know each dirty secret?
We (by which I mean everyone
old enough to own their own wrong turns),
don’t need to reveal those things,
lessons really learned are not repeated.
We just hold up a few
handpicked moments
to illustrate how we won through,
or perhaps merely began
our own path back.
Truth is, we messed up.
Here’s the thing,
this life of yours
is already a broken record,
an old tape, just blather on a cellphone.
a dusty path most everyone has trod before.
It’s a missed call and a dead end.
A swamp that you will have to spend
the rest of your lifetime backing away from.
Give us a call when you’re ready
to dig your way out,
then we’ll talk.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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