Old Stories

Old stories swirling
through the air
I don’t mean to be rude but
I really don’t care

Even my own,
they bore me to tears
Or worse ~ they remember
my old programmed fears

The past has gone now;
let’s leave it alone
We can never go back;
we can only come home

If we really must speak,
let’s create something new
A world full of peace, love,
forgiveness, and truth

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