Let It Be Forgotten
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten forever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long-forgotten snow.
Sara Teasdale
4 comments:
Great poem, how is the wrist?
Yes, Sandra - how is the wrist? Is that what you want to be forgotten? Hope you received the news you were hoping for from the doctor.
i don't want to be forgotten, but it's best to let go of the attitude i could get because i let such a dumb thing happen!
Don't think any of your readers could forget you. We receive so much from your writings. If you mean letting go of an attitude of self-blame - that's probably a good idea. Stuff happens. Be well.
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