Our past life, it matters not
When our misdeeds are forgiven
With a clean slate, we start afresh
And with eyes clear, we see heaven!
Forget the past? Never must we!
Rather let’s use our failures as leaven
That our lives may rise gloriously
Far away from the deadly seven!
© F Aparici 09/22/2016
The sixth and final in my series of poems all about the past...