by Mac a'Bhaird

Created on: March 13, 2010

I wish that it were so

There was a place where I could go

To wash my feelings clean again

Just like I wash my clothes

A place where attitudes like dirt

Bitterness, resentment, quarrels and hurt

And hatred, like soil and stain

All wash down the drain

Couples and friends once in love

Through stress and strife

Now covered with sludge

Can doff their feelings, toss them in

Where soap and water nice and hot

Again will make them clean and soft

And back where feelings first began

Where love and friends can live again

There’s no such place to go to wash

It’s just a dream or pleasant thought

For grime and dirt that lies within

And feelings ever purged again

Of all those thoughts that so offend

For love again to live

It's in my hands:

I must forgive

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