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Looking back I only see
The good and bad that happened to me.
Mostly good but untold bad
Are memories swarming round my head.
I don’t know how to shoo away
All the flies I see today.
Such little pests they seem to be
These many memories are to me.
Sometimes I wish I could forget
The pins and needles that I felt
When fallen lovers did offend
And pointed actions did embed
A long steel shaft within my back
Like poison in my apple jacks.
One little mouthful I remember
Did set to tremble all my members.
And anger rose, too much, too quick
I wanted to hit them with a stick.
But then alas I ceased to fester.
All those flaming, poisonous embers.
And soon did learn a valued lesson
Of the beauty fate had rendered.
Oh what joy was knit together
The love, the beauty shared, remembered
What wonders filled my hearts agenda
How could I throw away one member
One kiss, one hug, one moments splendor;
Could I betray one blissful treasure.
To throw a way a bit of cash
To eliminate the evening trash.
Or lose one child within the mix
Of clouded water and stench of p*ss.
To mow a rose to cut the grass
Which thickly covers all my past
To separate what’s good from bad.
Do I really eliminate the mass
Of lessons grafted, nurtured, cherished?
Just to rid one ugly blemish
Which planted itself among the trellis
Where grace hath placed such brilliant foliage.
And engraved upon each port, each frontal
And framed and plastered a glorious message?
So when in doubt. Don’t fret, don’t falter
Don’t throw the child out with the water.
Caress the good thoughts --Embrace the bad
The seemingly hurtful and the sad.
Conceal they do a valued blessing
Which soon imbues with untold treasures.
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