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.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2016
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