The past is there, my phantom, my devil.
I've run far away from all my past evil.
People may say that's not who I am,
All they see is now.
But past predicts future, and to my past some will bow.
I wish it weren't there, that burden of guilt.
I know it's forgiven by him, the one to whom I knelt.
Yet to some I must tell, all will
l be revealed.
And from them especially I've kept this concealed.
So many friends pure, white as the snow
Their life's ease and happiness I'd give anything to know.
5.20.16
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