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ERASER
Everybody has a past.
Everyone makes their mistakes.
But they are not there to last.
Time heals wounds that judgement makes.
Human, we are all only...
So it is safe assuming that
We can leave our errors lonely
At the drop of our said hat.
Pencils have their rubbers and
White out corrects our pen.
Backspace with a keyboard hand...
Now overrides back then.
There is a saying - that best cold...
Revenge served in its dish.
But then I think, when I grow old
Will this still be my wish?
Dwelling on my yesterday
Will not see me get anywhere.
All I can do is make my way
Using today to get me there.
When it comes to what has been
On those otherwise cloudy days,
Any storms that I have seen
And lived through, my mind can erase.
Copyright ©
Matthew Tripley
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