Let Bygones Lie

Everyone harbors a tattered fleet of bygones in dock Old scores and sores of direct hits we've sustained In past long gone battles and tussles, well past o'clock But held as bygone mementos, your slate unclean and stained. Forgiveness should not forget, but should move on. Let sleeping dogs lie, let bygones lie and be bygones. What's done can't be undone, let it be dusted and gone. Bury your bygones deep, so your future is not cluttered with cons. People you know and meet will tattle and tell on friends Gossip truths and whoppers about what they have done wrong But how does that help to make up, move on with amends When the legacy of the past lingers, but should be long gone. Like cartoon balloons, or stickies, bygones not gone Pop up with messages, above friends, about who did what to whom. Clean the slate, clean the desks, restart with blank icon Having processed and churned over a past, rendered in salt, a plume. Resolve to build resilience to cope with what's past Expand your social engagement, divorce your bygones to past mast nailed Set bygones adrift to be dashed in storms offshore, your harbor clean at last To welcome fresh blow-ins with 'let's make up' blazoned on sail.