Bygones Of Yesterday
I was taught to let bygones be bygones;
a message that seemed to make sense;
I saw such a plaque; created in bronze;
announcing such noble laments.
Why is it we allow all our bygones to last;
must they live on forever;
must circumstance bring up all my past;
cannot its link just sever?
I hate constantly being reminded of yesterday;
as though all yesterdays are germaine;
how can I live in peace and love today;
while reminded of yesterday’s pain.
Yesterday is the fog the Master dismissed;
planning to clear the air;
must it’s memory remain as a mist;
doesn’t God really care?
Bygones from yesterday serve a purpose;
the future is foretold from the past;
past temptations often tend to resurface;
so bygones from yesterday must last.
Bygones are simply pages of life’s book;
reminding us of every circumstance;
but, must I recall every misstep I took;
each time I entered life’s dance.
Death marks the burial of yesterday;
there’s simply no reason to cry;
the tomb is the womb for a new today;
while bygones are destined to die.
Monty 9/13/24. # 2,336