When the Past Lives On In Memory
Dreading up the past
when the past has left us behind
Dredging up the past
when it insists on being left buried
Fledgling future is waiting to be born
when death refuses to let go of life's big toe
Pledging the future to be more forgiving
when memory works all to well for the living.
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