They can not defend so why do you fight,
Let them rest in peace, go on with your life.
Stab with a sword, keep swinging that hammer,
Curse them with words, hold onto your anger.
We all have our story, some pages not so perfect,
Opinions are many, do not judge till you peek in the mirror.
The past is now gone, let the page be forever turned,
Forgive while you still can, the living and the dead.
There are mistakes made, regrets in our lives,
It’s not wise to fight with the dead, what about the ones that you’ve made cry?
We think of the good in the ones that we lose,
Why hold onto their sins, it’s not what god would choose.
Keith Garrett
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Very hard to forgive others. It’s even harder to forgive yourself or someone who isn’t “here” anymore.
Great poem.
They ascend to great heights and sink to great lows, especially when we rummage through their stuff and uncover their secrets. We honor our dead, and disparage them too, when we feel the need, always knowing that they were real, and stay so after we let go.
There are days when I feel like we are in the same place. Not a bad place. A pretty good place, actually. Keep writing. I’ll keep reading. Cheers.