Most will forgive,
But few will forget
When their ire is inspired to arise.
That wrinkle of gray
Placed deep in the brain
Is implanted forever. It shows in our eyes.
The soul is reflective in kindness and means.
It leans toward benevolent trends.
But the mind in its memory
Doesn't forget;
Like a cut where the scar never mends.
But it's the forgiving
That bodes in importance.
Without it we dwell in regret.
But if we forgive;
If we truly forgive,
We don't really need to forget.
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