Holding A Grudge

Inside my head my ex-wife resides, Where she nags and hurts me and then she hides, And there she has been living all rent free, She is my tormentor and also my worst memory. Inside my head she still cheats and she also lies, Not once to me did she ever apologize, So now she lives in my thoughts inside my head, I still remember everything she had done, and also said. But, someday soon from my mind I hope she I will evict, Then her crimes against my sanity I will then convict, And then from her I will finally be free, When from my thoughts and my memories she will finally flee. Inside my head my ex-wife is not the only one there, There are others who helped with the graying of my hair, People who have done me wrong with their actions and deeds, I still remember their wrong doings and also their pleads. But, sometime soon them I will also toss out, And no longer in my head will I hear them scream or shout, Memories and deeds through them, I will no longer trudge. A man who wants to live in peace, he must not ever hold a grudge. Randy L. McClave