Forgive yourself, let it go.
In a hundred years, no one will know.
No one will remember, your slip of the tongue.
Worry won't help, this can't be undone.
This sounds like a friendship you'd like to keep,
so put a smile on your face, and breath deep.
Wounds will heal, but all in due time,
as you stated; "I committed no crime."
Author notes
Hang in there!
*PEACE*
A contest entry
- Around Midnight Tonite - Quickie by poetryality.
1500 points, ended November 28, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Ah. An Honorable Winner. Way to go.
Forgive yourself, hang in there.
In a hundred years, no one will care.
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Witty and wonderful. But you are so right. Who will know in "one hundred years"? Not even our grandchildren. Thank you for the light airy feel of this. I needed that. Thank you as well for caring enough to enter this challenge. You spoke in volumes here and I heard every word.
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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