Let It Go
T Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
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I remember
my father
angry once
commenting
in anguish
indignation
upon a man
who had falsely
insulted his
honour
I quietly
asked
about
listened
to details
asked
where the man
was now;
then
quietly
said
to my
beloved
father
let it go
he has
been dead
for 30 years
the needs
of the present
often call
with urgency
errors
of the past
in time should
be forgotten
whispers
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