Excepting The Past

What’s the point

In getting angry or mad

You regret what you did

Knowing you can’t change the past

Why bother to cry

Why even be upset

By thinking about the situation

What do you get?



You can’t change what was done

Or what you did

Mad at the world

Because you slid

Now it’s to late

Move on in your life

Don’t dwell on your mistakes



I know it’s easier said

But you made your bed

And the path that you led

Now you have to lie down

To your mistakes

You can’t right the wrong

Life can’t rewind or be erased



As you walk down life’s path

You make your own place

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written in 1998.

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