Verve of My Nerve

History, forgotten element of man`s life Adage of forgiving and forgetting Messing and proceeding on the solemn assembly Expunging and blotting life-long terribly but carefully committed and covered-up tracks. If at all the inanimate had ears and eyes We would all be at ransom for our lives If mistakes could be made up and rounded up to significance of our lives humanity would erode to miniature weeping and shrilling at thoughtless and careless indulgence Swoon and sulking thoughts convergence would lead to no hope Thanks to nimble of days For with each that passes, history is made A shun to excavate stone age Quite momentous to delve in space age.