Thoughts hammer my mind
Bringing images of sordid experiences;
Some life threatening.
Then I shift images to the pleasant
He who stood to better me his enemy
Once or more than, did much in my favour.
So now to ponder the past to me is lawful
But to whom beneficial if aroused from sleep
will that be; what gains apart from venomed hate.
Sometimes History yearns for a crib rest
And we for the sake of others
Must let it rest in peace.