Memories Forsaken

Many people have a fondness for the past;
there are so many things they’re missing;
some of the present should always last;
like a special person they’d be kissing.

But the past also contains much sorrow;
now memories, stored in the attic;
we must replace, with a new tomorrow;
those thoughts, tragically emphatic.

My thought trudges back to years ago;
to some words or events I’d change;
but history is solid like concrete; and so;
all the sorrows of past remain.

The realm of thought was made in perfection;
but, evil penetrated its sphere of reality;
all our thoughts, are in need of protection;
as magnificance turns into banality,

Many memories, we all would love to erase;
some pathways our thoughts have taken;
journeys of the mind, designed to debase;
memories we’d all like forsaken.

But no memories can ever become repealed;
constant reminders; their role;
all thoughts of reality are hermetically sealed;
they are blemishes on our soul.

But the Master faces no similar restrictions;
intentionally forgetting side steps, taken;
a Father forgives his child’s evil addictions;
and, evil memories; are swiftly forsaken.

Monty 8/25/22. # 1,267